“Okay, Spike, truth or dare?” Faith asked.
“Truth.”
“Have you ever had sex with a guy outside of a party game?”
Spike gave her a measuring look. “Yes,” he said through gritted teeth. Everyone burst out laughing, Xander the loudest of them all.
“Who?” Faith asked.
“One question per customer, my turn. Faith, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to tell everyone hear all the girls you’ve slept with.”
“Happily, none.”
“Are you for real?” Spike gave her a measuring eye brow raise.
“I’m for real. Straight as a hound dog for now. But guys sometimes get a little bit boring.”
“Don’t I know it,” laughed Willow.
“Okay, Spike, my turn. Truth or dare?”
“Uh... Truth.”
“Name all the guys you’ve slept with.”
If vampires could turn red, Spike was pure. “Uh... Do I have to?”
“That or take your first chicken. Oh, did we decide on chickens number?”
“Three.”
“Fine! I hate loosing! I slept with Angel, okay, happy?” Everyone was sent into fits of laughter again.
“My turn. Buffy, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to give me a blow job.”
Xander covered his mouth, Faith cracked up, everyone else looked clueless.
“What’s a blow job?” Buffy asked, dreading the answer.
“Oral. Just a sexier name for it,” Spike said, sticking out his tongue.
“Eww! No! Never!”
“Oh, come on, you’ve done it before! What makes this any different?”
“Spike, you are dirty enough to make *me* blush!” Xander exclaimed.
“Give me an option.”
“Fine, I dare you to give me a blow job or lick my boot or take the rightful chicken you deserve.”
“Lick your boot? No one knows were that thing has been!”
“Up Angel’s ass.” Everyone was sent into uncontrollable bouts of laughter again at Faith’s joke. Spike got as red as a corpse can again, fidgeting at the lace on his boots.
“What’s it gonna be, luv?”
Buffy turned a combination of red and purple. She grabbed Spike, turned his back to everyone else and unzipped his pants, freeing the beast within. She gave the apprehension on everyone’s faces a deep, furrowing frown. She leaned over into Spike’s lap and everyone burst out laughing again. Spike looked like he was throughly enjoying the whole thing. When Buffy leaned away, she wiped her mouth and nearly threw up.
“Eww, eww, eww, eww, EWW! I have to wash my mouth out with soap, right now!” Buffy ran upstairs, screaming. Spike zipped up his pants and returned more at ease to the circle. Everyone cracked up again.
“I would have licked his boot. Can’t be any worst tasting than his dick,” Xander laughed.
“He actually dosen’t taste that bad,” Faith stated matter of factly.
“Okay,” Andrew said, turning red, “We so did not need to hear that.”
Buffy returned, shame faced. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“I’m just happy you did,” Spike added.
“My turn, then. Xander, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you...” Buffy ran into the kitchen and returned with a half full bottle of Irish whiskey, the strongest stuff around. “To drink this!”
Xander grabbed it from her and chugged the whole thing. When he was finished, he wiped his mouth and stared at everyone. “Strong stuff,” he uttered before he passed out on the carpet. Everyone burst into laughter again.
“Guess that’s Xander’s game. Uh, Will, your turn to give it to someone.”
“Okay, uh, Spike, truth or dare.”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss the one girl you want to spend the rest of your life with.”
Spike blinked. It was an odd dare. And it wasn’t hard for him to choose. He leaned over and gave Buffy a pretty heated kiss on the lips.
“Okay, Andrew, truth or dare.”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.”
“Person you said?”
“Person I said.”
Andrew leaned over and gave Spike a full kiss o his smackers. Everyone turned red, most definately Spike, who’s ears looked like big smashed peppers.
“Oh Lord,” Spike said. Andrew smiled.
“You said person.”
“So you are gay.”
“No, I’m bi. There’s a difference. And I can’t help the little fact that I’m kind a little in love with Spike.”
“Well, the two of you would be perfect. You’ve both slept with guys, it’s perfect. Not like you’ll have to jump some huge milestones.”
“Oh Lord.” Spike buried his face in his hands. “I love this game when I’m not the one everyone wants to know burning secrets about!”
“My turn, Spike, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Spike sighed.
“How did you get the name William the Bloody?”
“Oh Lord.” Spike buried his face again. From beneath his hands he mumbled, “’Cause I was a bloody awful poet.” Everyone cracked up again.
“My turn,” Spike emerged, still embarassed as ever. “Willow, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Out of all the guys Buffy’s been with, which one would you go out with?”
Willow’s face turned as red as her hair. “You,” she mumbled. Everyone burst out laughing.
“My turn. Spike, out of the guys Buffy’s dated, which one did you want to boink more?” Willow asked. “And you can’t say yourself ‘cause you guys really never went out on a date.”
Spike turned more red. “Riley,” he said. More laughter. “Why are you having so much fun causing me near pyshical pain?” he asked, pleadingly.
“Oh, you know we’re just getting on your case. We love ya, Spikey. You had a little crush on Riley, ay?”
“No! I just... He’s a little better looking than Angel. And he beat me up a lot.”
“We all know how much that turns you on.”
“Oh Lord.” Spike covered his face in his hands again.
“Okay, this game is getting nothing finished except ruining Spike’s reputation. Wait, wait, Spike, can I ask you just one more question?”
“Fine. Since you people already know almost everything I never wanted to bloody tell you, fine.”
“Are you ticklish?”
Spike backed up against the wall in horror. “No! No! I’m not! Don’t look at me like that! No!” All three girls pounced on him like rabid dogs, tickling him in the ribs, stomach, and armpit. He laughed so hard, he started crying and he screamed himself hoarse trying to get them to get off, but he was no match for two Slayers. They finally let up.
“You know you all just did that as an excuse to touch me,” he said.
“Gross, Spike!” And Andrew and the three girls left him, head against the wall all alone in the living room.
“What?”
The End
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