Lambs and Chocolate Bunnies
Spike, and Xander go shopping, silly Easter themed fluff.
Anyone even remotely familiar with the reputation of William the Bloody would
have been truly horrified at his current setting. The vampire now known
as Spike was happily pushing a cart down the center aisle of a Walmart, a
spring in his step and a song on his undead lips.
“Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail, do do do do
do do do do doooooo. . .”
Angel and Xander cringed from their position a few paces behind their bleached
“You’re his Sire, make him stop.” Xander turned the full power of his puppy
eyes at the older vampire.
Angel snorted. “Oh yeah, I’m sure he’ll listen to me. Just be thankful
he stopped whistling.”
“Will you two gits keep it down? I’m trying to shop here.” Spike scowled
at them. “And Xander, show a little gratitude, this is for you, after all.”
The boy sighed and attempted to look properly contrite. “I appreciate it,
really, but you don’t have to go to so much trouble, especially on my account.”
Spike’s scowl deepened. “Don’t even think about starting in with that ‘I’m
not worthy of attention, love, or basic respect’ spiel again. You deserve
a nice holiday and the Poof and I are going to make sure you get it.”
Xander smiled in spite of himself. He had been more then a bit apprehensive
since Spike had gotten it into his head to give Xander the kind of modern
Easter celebration he had missed out on as a kid. The sentiment was sweet,
but both he and Angel were very familiar with the hyper vampire’s tendency
to go overboard.
Angel smiled at his two lovers as he watched Xander unconsciously bask in
Spike’s attentiveness. The younger vampire was reluctant to vocalize his
feelings about both the relationship and his two partners. Angel had spent
many hours reassuring Xander that Spike did indeed care for him. It had
finally sunk through the various layers of insecurities and the teen now
understood that Spike’s actions spoke louder then any words could have.
And, with the moment of sappiness behind them, Spike’s current actions were
screaming ‘I am going to annoy my Sire’. The blonde strode over to a shelf
brimming with stuffed animals and plucked something from amongst the pastel
“Ohhh Poof, I want this!”
Angel grimaced at the unfortunate looking toy. “What is it?”
“I think it’s a lamb. . . maybe. . . kinda. . .” Xander scrunched his face
“It’s utterly morbid, is what it is!” Spike said happily showing off his
find. “Check out it’s eyes. The bloody thing looks like it’s dead!” The
vampire was telling the truth. Regardless of the poor stuffed animal’s position,
it’s large, round, plastic eyes continuously rolled back into it’s plush
“It reminds me of a zombie movie I saw once.” Xander grabbed the toy and
thrust it toward’s Angel’s head. “Braaainssss. Brrraaaaaaaainssss.”
Spike snorted. “You’ll stay hungry looking there.”
Angel frowned and swatted at the Easter themed abomination. “Spike, shut
up. Besides, it doesn’t even look like a real zombie.”
The teenager pouted and handed the lamb back to Spike, who reverently placed
it into his shopping cart.
Xander began to bounce slightly as he got into the spirit of the endeavor.
“What should we get first?” He looked around and brown eyes widened as the
boy realized just how much chocolate surrounded him. “Um, just how happy
of an Easter do you guys want me to have.”
“Try to avoid insulin shock.” Angel recommended.
“Un kay.” The teen had already stopped listening, and was absorbed by the
Siren call of confectionery rabbits.
Spike sidled up to his Sire and gave the older man a worried look. “I don’t
think I’ve ever seen that particular glaze in his eyes before.”
“It’s okay.” Angel gave the blonde a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “I’ve
seen it before.”
“At the Chocolate Lovers Festival Sunnydale mall had last year.”
Spike snickered. “Blood hell. I love the boy, but I’m glad I missed out
Angel nodded. “You should be. It took me and Buffy combined to forcefully
drag him away from the truffle table.”
“I wasn’t that bad.” Xander said, coming to stand before the two older
Angel smiled and gently tousled the boy’s dark hair. “Of course not. You
were the very picture of decorum.”
“Bite me Deadboy.”
“Anytime.” Angel’s mouth twisted into a sexy grin and watched as it was
reciprocated on Xander’s face.
“*Ahem*.” Spike struggled to keep his amusement in check. “Do you think
you two could perhaps refrain from humping each other until we get back home?”
Xander’s grin faded. “You’re right. It would just be fundelmentally wrong
to have sex in a Walmart.”
Spike once again commandeered the cart. “Then hurry up and get your candy
so we can go home and bugger each other senseless.” The younger vampire let
out a happy little sigh. “Sex and chocolate, I think I like this holiday.”