| Demon Cats: Puncture Wounds by Michelle |
| �This is all your fault,� Xander Harris grumbled from where he sat on the couch in his basement. �Is not.� �Is too.� Spike crossed his arms in defiance and leaned against the washing machine. �How is it my fault?� �It was your idea,� Xander said. �Well, you�re the one that agreed to it.� Xander snorted. �As I recall, you were doing certain things that you *know* make me incapable of rational thought. I didn�t know what I was agreeing to.� �Not my fault.� �Yes, it is. And now I have several bleeding puncture wounds.� To illustrate his point, he pulled his hand away from his shoulder and showed Spike the blood. �I don�t see what the big deal is. It�s not like you haven�t been hurt before. And its not that much blood.� �That�s not the point, Spike.� �Then what, exactly, is the point?� �The point is it�s your fault.� Spike sighed, picked up the first aid kit and a wet washcloth, and walked over to the couch. �I think the point is you�re a nancyboy. Hold still.� �It stings, and I am not.� He watched as Spike finished washing the wounds and then dressed them. �Thanks,� he added quietly. A leer formed on Spike�s lips. �No need to thank me yet, pet. I haven�t kissed them and made them better.� He then leaned down and tenderly kissed each wound. �Mmm, I like *this* first aid,� Xander said. He closed his eyes when Spike moved from the injuries to his lips. When he opened his eyes several minutes later, Xander let out a shriek and scuttled to the other end of the couch. �Get those things away from me!� �Oh, come on, they�re harmless. You�ve said so yourself.� �I�ve changed my mind. They�re very capable of injury and harm. Put them away.� Spike raised an eyebrow. �You afraid?� �I�m not afraid,� Xander protested. �I�m just worried about my own safety. I have enough puncture wounds; I don�t need any more. Now stop being evil and put them away.� Rolling his eyes, Spike picked up the two cats and put them in their cat cages. �You�re goin� to have to make peace with them sooner or later.� �They�re demon cats. There is no peace when demon cats are concerned.� �You scared them. Can�t blame them for defendin� themselves.� Xander stood up and pointed to one of his bandages. �I can blame them when my blood is concerned. They go back tomorrow.� �Oh, come on,� Spike said, pushing out his lower lip. �Can�t we keep them? Please?� �Uh-uh.� Xander shook his head and crossed his arms. �No way. No demon cats allowed.� �And there�s nothin� I can do to change your mind?� �Nope.� With a wicked grin, Spike pushed Xander down onto the couch. �Let�s see what I can do about that.� A/N: This story was inspired by one of my sister's cats attacking me. Back to the archive |