"Madge! You look so beautiful in this light. Well, yes. You look beautiful in *any* light, but this whole creepy one lamp thing you have going here is really working for you!"

Madge glanced up from the report she was reading. She smiled. Barely. But for her it worked. "Xander. Where the hell have you been?"

Xander took a seat on the edge of her desk. He snatched her papers from her and placed them on the desk, leaning down to kiss her full on the lips.

"God, Madge! When are you going to admit your love for me so we can run away from this hellhole?"

"As soon as I loose my mind. However, I'm still in possession of it at this very moment, Xander." She gave him a narrowed-eyed look. "He's not in a good mood, Xander. Tread lightly, please. Don't make jokes. Don't start with the back talk. Say 'yes sir' and 'no sir'. You may, if the occasion calls for it say 'I'm sorry, sir'. Maybe throw in a 'What ever you say, sir.' Got it?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"That is not funny, Xander! He's lost a lot of money and people tonight! He's *mad*. You *know* what mad means! Be *good*!" Madge stared into his eyes. "*Please*? For me?"

Xander smiled at her. He basked in her genuine concern. "Kay." Xander grinned at her. "I know you want me healthy and whole in order to father your children. I won't be much good if he cuts off my balls, huh?"

"No. You won't. Go on in."

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"New desk, Dad? It's, uh, big. Looks good on you."

"Where in God's name have you been, boy? Out whore'n around?"

"Yeah."

"'Yeah' you say! We've had trouble here, boy! We've needed you! If you had gone out with the rest of the boys, perhaps w-"

"Perhaps I'd be dead, too." Xander cut him off, taking a seat. "Would that have been good, Dad?"

"Dead is better than other things, boy! Don't think that it's not! Don't-for one *minute*-think that I don't know about your perverted activities!"

Xander smiled at his father. "Which perverted activities, Dad? I've indulged in so many, I've forgotten the ones your spies have witnessed."

"You dare to mock me?" Harris Sr. stood. "I'm in the business of saving souls, boy! Of spreading God's own words! Doing away with evil! And my own son goes against the words of God! Fornicates! Lays with women and *men*! Yes! I know of the men you've been with! An abomination against God!"

"Stealing? Lying? What about that stuff, pop? Huh? Hell! What about kidnapping? Extortion? All those little penal code violations you and your organization indulge in? Not to mention tax code violations? What of *that* stuff? What's God got to say about *that*?"

Harris Sr. turned bright red. Then quickly went to purple. He slammed a fist down upon his new desk. "How *dare* you?" Harris Sr. stormed around his desk with his fist raised. He came to stand before Xander, ready to backhand the boy across the face. Xander caught his hand mid swing. He tightened his grip on his father's arm. "I don't think so." Xander stood, still holding his fathers arm. "Not anymore. Not ever again."

"I will cut you off, boy! Leave you with nothing! You hear me, boy? Nothing! You'll get nothing! You will be *dead* to me!"

Xander forced his arm down. "You mean, I *was* something to you, Dad?" He let go of his father's arm and took a step back. "Well, lets make this whole 'dead' thing mutual, shall we? *You* are nothing to me! I'm not going to be around for you to use and abuse anymore, *dad*." Xander spit out the title. He made it sound like the curse it had been to him for so many years. "I'm out. I'm gone. I quite, pops!" Xander turned and headed towards the door. He turned the knob and opened the door. He looked back at his purple-faced father. He really wanted to say something smartass and hurtful. He could think of nothing. He said what he felt.

"Good bye, Dad." Xander walked out and closed the door behind him.

"'Bout damn time!" Madge told him. She stood by the office door. She held out a leather attaché case for him. "Here, boy." She kissed his cheek and straightened his collar. "Take this." She placed the bag in his hand and raced back to her desk. "Wait! Hold on a second boy! So busy trying to leave me!" She pulled out a cell phone from her desk and held it out to Xander.

"Take it, boy!" She huffed, when Xander hesitated. "You know damn well, yer dad ain't gonna concern himself with any bills! And I'll want to make sure you're all safe and sound! Now take it, before I shove it up your ass!"

Xander grinned a pocketed the miniphone. He held up the bag. "What's in here?" He shook the bag. "Dare I hope? Sexy-Madge undies for when I'm lonely?"

"Better!"

"What could be better?"

Madge grinned at him. "Oh, not much really. *But*, how about several hundred thousand dollars? In cash? Unmarked-can't trace me to no one-cash? How does that grab ya, boy?"

Xander's jaw dropped. "Madge?! What if you get caught?" Xander hissed.

Madge rolled her eyes. "Get real boy! Go. Get lost." She waved him out with her hand.

"I love you, Madge!" Xander yelled as he headed out the door.

"I love you too, boy." She whispered to the space he once occupied. Never to again, she knew.

"What?!" Madge snapped in reply to Harris, Sr.'s buzz.

"Get me my snitch, Madge. And revoke everything that once belonged to my *former* son!"

"Right away, Sir. Anything else?"

"That will be all."

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"What is your problem, boy? We had a *wonderful* evening! We got our shipment! We killed the bad guys!" Angel laughed and slapped Spike across the chest. "The *bad guys*! Get it? Huh? *We'er* usually the bad guys!" Angel placed a ten-dollar bill into the stripper's garter belt, as she gyrated before him.

The raiding party was gathered in a club in the West Side of town; a club that catered to demons and humans alike, to celebrate. Lots of loud music, lots of strippers, lots of drinks. Lots of fights.

Lots of *everything* to keep rowdy humans and demons happy.

"What *is* your problem, boy? You in love, or some crap like that?"

Spike looked up quickly, locking his eyes with his Sire's. "No! Or maybe. Love? Hell! I don't know. No! 'Course not. That just be stupid, wouldn't it? Yeah! Stupid."

Spike felt his pager go off and quickly grabbed it, checking the number. He saw the code he had told Xander to use.

"'Bout fucking *time*!" Spike mumbled out loud, reaching for his cell phone.

Angle laughed out loud. "Who's callin' ya, boy?"

Spike looked up into the smirking face of his Sire. He grinned.

"Maybe I'm in *like*." He stood up and headed towards the exit. "I'll just be taking this in private. See you later, Sire."

Spike dialed the number.

"Xander's all you can eat. How may we serve you?"

"Xander? Where are you at?"

"Um. I'm in a phone booth on 5th. Where are *you* at? And, more important, what are you wearing?"

"I'm at a club, pet. And I'm naked, of course."

"Nice visual. I thank you for that." Xander took in a deep breath. "Um, Spike?"

"Yeah, pet?"

"Don't suppose you have room to put me up for awhile, do you? Seems my dad had a big to do with a bunch of vampires or some such creatures and well-we had a fight. Seems he's dead to me and I'm dead to him. Well, we're just not getting along, right now. I've been let go as his son. Also, I seem to have let him go as my da-"

"*Where* are you, pet? I'll come to get you."

Xander stayed quiet.

"Xander! Xander!"

"Really? You'll come and get me?"

"Yes! Now tell me where the fuck you are!"

"Oh. Sure." Xander told him.

"You're not far from me pet. Are you in a closed in phone booth?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Stay in there. I'm on my way. Keep the phone to your ear, like you're talking to someone, okay? I'll be there in five minutes, okay?"

"Yeah. Sure. I'll be here."

"Be right there, pet."

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When Spike made his way to the phone booth, Xander was standing outside of it and a bum was inside asleep.

"I *told* you to stay inside of it!"

Xander grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Hey! It was his *home*!" He jerked his head towards the bum sleeping inside the glass coffin. "What was I gonna say? 'Sorry, but I'm waiting for my vampire lover to come and rescue me. Can you wait a bit longer?'"

"Yes. That sounds good to me!" Spike didn't give Xander a chance to reply. He walked close to the other man and latched his lips to his. He thrust his tongue into the younger man's mouth, diving in and tasting, as his arms wrapped themselves around Xander and pulled him close. He pulled his mouth free of Xander's to look into the boy's dazed eyes. "You okay, pet?"

"I think so. You gonna take me in? Take me home?" Xander swallowed. "Incase you couldn't tell, I'm being really bold again. *Really* bold. *Very* bold. *Extremely* bold. *Crazy* bold. But I felt I needed to ask you before I went off and-"

"Come on!" Spike grabbed his arm and began walking towards his place. "I wanna see if you can still talk so much with my cock down your throat!"

"Now, *that's* bold!" Xander laughed and followed where Spike led.

"Hey, Spike!"

"Um? What?"

"I, ah, I'm, well, I think I'm rich." Xander jiggled the case he held.

Spike laughed. "But you're not sure, pet?"

"I'm pretty damn sure I have several hundred thousand dollars in this here case."

"Uh huh. That much, pet?"

Xander stopped walking. "What? That's not a lot?"

Spike pulled him forward and continued on his way. "Sure it's a lot. For one life time."

"Huh? Oh. Yes. You're hella old, huh? *Way* old! Just how old *are* you, you cradle robbing demon, you?"

"Your great-great-great-great-grand dad?"

"Yeah?"

Spike had reached his complex and began to lead Xander up and into his room. He opened the door and shut it behind them. He backed the boy up against it and kissed him, ripping his shirt open. Spike raised his head and smiled at Xander. "Well, a few more 'greats' and you might have me. Now shut up and kiss me, boy."

*****
Part 6:

"I don't like this, Sire. You shouldn't be here. It's dangerous."

Angel laughed, looking around the docks. "Dangerous, Johnny?" He asked with a snicker. All was quiet. Calm, even. Nice. Nothing stirring but a few rats. Rats of the human and demon sort, as well as the animal type, but rats all the same. Nothing to worry about. Angel puffed on his cigar, looking around some more. "Where's the danger, Johnny?"

Johnny straitened the knot of his tie. "You know the Harris Organization has upped its efforts to get to you, Sire." Johnny smoothed the lapels of his suit jacket and then his cuffs. This moist air was murder on his suit. He hated the docks. "We don't really need to be here, Sire. We should just let the boys handle this stuff."

Angel slapped Johnny across the face. Hard. "*Handle* it? Like they *handled* it before? When my entire shipment was stolen? When *another* shipment was almost stolen from under the boys noses? Huh? Is that what I should do? Let the boys loose *more* of my money, you dumb fuck? Huh? Stop talking before you make me mad at you, Johnny-boy. I just wanna talk to the skipper. Let him know it's the Angle Organization that should hold his loyalty." Angel puffed again, taking in a mouthful of smoke as he looked around the docks. He smiled, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Look. Here comes the skipper now, Johnny. Look at him, heading on down the gangplank, all rushed and busy looking. Just like in the movies. Quit worrying your pretty little head, John-john. I know it gives you a headache to think. So don't."

Johnny wiped the blood from his face. "I was just saying, Sire, the boys could handle this, without having to put-"

"Shut *up*, Johnny!" Angel tossed his cigar into the water. "Skipper Collins?" He called out.

"Yeah? We got biz'nez?" The Skipper asked, not looking up as he studied the paper work in his hands.

Angle made his way towards the gray coverall-dressed man. "Yes, we do. You bring a certain product from Europe to me. I want to make sure you *keep* bringing it to me."

The skipper looked up from his clipboard and gave Angel a disinterested smile. "Am I shipping you drugs? Cause if I am, I'm *not*." He began in a bored tone. "And I never was. And if you lost your drugs, well good. Drugs are bad. And shame on you for shippin' 'em." He started walking away.

Angle laughed and grabbed his arm. "No drugs, my friend. You ship me nothing illegal. Just what is mine; what belongs to me."

Collins' scratched at his four days growth of beard, pulling his arm away. "Well, then, that's good. So what's the problem?"

"You are contracted by the Angel Organization, I understand."

"Sure, yeah. But that shipment ain't for another few weeks or so."

"Yes. But it is my belief, that you may soon be approached by others, that may want to know the details of our upcoming shipment. Others, that may be willing to pay you for certain information: information I don't want you to give out. Information I don't want you to sale." Angel smiled at the man and offered a cigar. The skipper took it with a grin as Angel continued. "I'm here to let you know that they can not *meet* or *beat* my price."

"Can't beat it, you say?" Collins bit off the end of the cigar and spit it out. Johnny was quick to offer a light. "*Can't* beat is a hard offer to make, friend."

Angel smiled at the man. "Yes. It certainly is. They can *try* to beat it. That's the nature of business, after all." He told him as the man puffed to light the cigar. "I'll top the money they offer you, *plus* I'll give you a bonus of a thousand dollars if you call and let me know when they-whoever *they* might be- inquire. You let me know when they contact you-*if* they contact you-don't try to play me for a fool, Skipper-that would be a bad move. *Plus*, I'll make sure you continue to get all my business in the future."

Angel flashed his game face at the skipper.

Skipper Collins started to choke on his cigar smoke.

"Plus," Angel continued, "I won't kill you. Or kill all of your family." Angel switched to his human visage and grinned at the slack-jawed skipper.

"Sound like a good deal? Money or death. Think about it. But hurry! Deal is off in five seconds. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. So? What? We got a deal?"

"Yeah! Deal! Yes, of course, we have a deal! How do I reach you?"

Angel slapped the skipper on the back. "Good man! Johnny, give this man my card." Angel watched while Johnny handed the skipper his card. "Now, great. We're all close and in touch, like. You call that number the *minute* anyone wants information about your-*our*-upcoming trip overseas, kay? Or, heck! You call us anytime the cops or someone from a group called the Harris Organization calls on you. And just to keep you honest, not that I don't trust you, Skipper, I'm gonna have a man watching you 24/7, okay? Just for *my* piece of mind, understand? You just enjoy your stay here in Los Angels, City of Angels."

"Sure. But I'm headed right back out, already. Really. Gonna unload and head out. No time to stay and play."

"Too bad, skipper. But business is business." Angle winked at Collins. "You have a good trip." Once again Angel flashed his vampire features at the man. He kept his vampire face on as he watched the man hurry way.

Angle looked at his companion and winked. "Now, Johnny, could the boys have done that?"

Johnny shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe not, Sire. But still, it was too dangerous. Plus, I just don't like the docks. Woulda look at my suit!"

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Xander woke instantly and with his eyes wide open. His heart was pounding in his chest and his muscles were flexed. He took in his surroundings and relaxed. He was safe.

Safe with Spike.

He still woke up in the middle of the night or day; whenever he was sleeping, ready to defend himself against his father's never ending, never predicted assaults. He had never known when his father would wake him with a belt, a fist, or simply with one of his screaming tantrums. Xander had begun to wake at odd intervals of sleep, just in case.

It had only been two weeks since he had known peace while sleeping.

It had only been two weeks since he had been living peacefully with a vampire.

Two weeks of *loving* a vampire.

Xander grinned and moved his body closer to his vampire.

Spike slept like the dead. Okay, so he *was* the dead, but it was nice for Xander all the same, what with the boy's tossing and turning. Xander didn't have to worry about waking Spike with an unentional hit or kick as his body tossed and turned during a dream, or more likely, a nightmare. He moved his mouth close to the sleeping vampire's head and licked at his ear. Spike just moved his body back a bit. Closer to Xander. Um, yes. Xander licked again. Suckled at the sleeping vampire's earlobe. Spike moved his head and body closer when Xander bit down on his ear, but didn't wake. The younger man grinned and rolled away, going to the bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lubricant. Spike moaned in his sleep, protesting the loss of contact. Xander quickly lubed two fingers and placed them at Spike's hole as his mouth went back to Spike's ear.

"Spike?" Xander began to slowly work his fingers into the vampire's tight hole. "Spike?" Xander continued to slowly work his lube coated fingers in and out of Spike while he whispered into his ear. "Spike? Wake up. I want you. Come on. I *need* you." Xander withdrew his fingers and began to coat his hardness with the slippery substance. He placed his hard cock at Spike's opening. He fought the urge to plunge in. "Spike? Come on, babe. Wake up."

Spike rolled over, laying on his back, grinning over at a startled Xander. Spike reached for Xander, pulling the younger man's body over his. He threw his legs over Xander's shoulders and grinned up at him. "Fuck me, Xan."

"Yes, please." Xander kept his eyes locked on Spike's blue ones as he positioned his cock and sank in. He kept still once he felt his balls rest against Spike's ass. "Jesus." He moaned. He couldn't move. He didn't want to move. He *never* wanted to move. He placed his mouth on Spike's neck and kept it there, suckling softly. Nothing had ever felt this good.

Nothing could make him move. Nothing.

"Move!" Spike demanded, locking his legs around Xander's neck.

"Jesus! Yes!" Xander began to thrust in and out of Spike's tightness. He could feel each thrust, *every* thrust in each and every cell of his body. Nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing but the other times he had been inside of his lover. Or anytime his lover had been inside of him.

Xander brought his lube coated fingers to Spike's cock and began to pump it in time with his thrusts. He moved his mouth and placed it over Spike's, thrusting his tongue in time with his pistioning cock.

"Yes, babe. Fuck me, Xan." Spike breathed against Xander's lips.

Xander worked faster, the sound of Spike's voice driving him over the edge, as always.

"Harder, pet. Come on. I want you to cum in me, Xander." Spike moved his mouth to Xander's neck and bit down. Xander came the same moment Spike felt the hot rush of Xander's blood begin to spill into his mouth. His body sucked in both releases with greedy abandon. Spike let his legs drop from Xander's shoulders as he continued to suck at the wound in Xander's neck.

Spike slowly withdrew his fangs from Xander's neck while his hands came up to play in the boy's hair. Xander lay on Spike, breathing in short fast pants.

"You okay, pet?"

"Nope. Dizzy. Loopy." Xander panted into Spike's ear. "But I like it."

"Again, I tell you, you're not all together there, pet." Spike chuckled into his ear. He wrapped his arms around Xander's shoulders and rolled them over, coming to rest on top of the boy.

"Hi." Xander smiled up at him.

"Hi." Spike grinned and leaned down to place his lips against Xander's. He let his fangs come down to slice Xander's bottom lip. Spike ground his mouth against Xander's in a brutal kiss, letting the blood flow. Spike pulled his mouth away and licked at the blood as he felt his cock swell once again with need. He raised himself up on his knees and grabbed at the back of Xander's knees pushing them down and letting them rest on either side of Xander's head. He moved his lower body until his hard cock nestled against Xander's puckered rosebud. He leaned down and placed his mouth over Xander's as he pushed his still lubed cock into Xander's tight opening. Spike ran his tongue across Xander's palate in a slow circular motion as he slammed his cock in and out of him with furious speed. Spike leaned in close, letting his stomach rub over Xander's once again erect cock, as he fucked the boy. He kept the kiss slow and sensual as he plunged himself in and out of the boy with greater increasing speed. Spike came when he felt the hot spurts of Xander's release against his stomach and heard the younger man call out his name. He collapsed down upon the boy and smiled when he felt the boys arms wrap around him and hold tight.

"I think I need food." Xander mumbled into Spike's neck. "No. I'm *sure* I need food. When was the last time I ate?"

"Other than me? I don't know, pet. What do you want? You want to go out?"

Xander shook his head, licking at Spike's neck.

"Cut that out, if you want me to feed you." Spike reached down and slapped Xander's thigh. "Chinese? Indian? Pizza?"

Xander raised his head and looked at Spike, bleary eyed. "Indian?" He perked up a bit. "Samosas? A good dahal? A nice curry? But pizza sounds good too. So does a nice hot and spicy chicken over rice." Xander's eyes rolled up into his head. "Um, yeah. Feed me, Spike."

Spike grinned at him. "You're only supposed to look like that at the prospect of me fuckin' you pet. Not at the prospect of food."

Xander kept his eyes closed. "Food. Fucking. It's all good. But I want food now."

Spike leaned down and engulfed Xander's limp member into his cool mouth and sucked. Xander bucked his hips up. "Um, okay, sometimes food is good. Sex is *always* good!"

Spike let Xander slide out of him mouth and reached for the phone. He called for take out. Chinese, Indian *and* Pizza. He liked to watch the boy eat.

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"Marge, have you found my boy yet?" Angle barked.

"What ever do you mean, Sire?"

"You goddamn well know what I mean! Where is my boy?"

"The same place he has been since our last conversation about his whereabouts, Sire. Home."

Angel picked up a priceless glass swan paperweight from his desk and held it up to the artificial sun lamp in his office, admiring the play of light, the prisms of color it offered. He turned the object in his hand, smiling at its perfection. He threw it at the wall in the general direction of Marge's head.

"Sire? Did you just *throw* something at me? Again?" Came the melodious voice over the intercom. "Not the swan? Tell me it wasn't the swan. Please. Sire! Did you throw the swan?!"

Angel reached into his humidor and pulled out a cigar, ignoring Marge's pleas for reassurance. He crossed his feet upon his desk and pulled out his gold cigar cutter, snipping. He placed the fresh cut cigar to his lips, pulled out his lighter and waited.

Marge stormed into his office, eyes blazing. "You stupid fuck! You *ass*hole!" She slammed the door shut behind her, her stormy eyes raking in the shattered pieces of beauty that lay scattered against the wall. Her hands went to her hips as she turned to look at the great Angel. "Damn you! I *never* should have let you have that! 'Don't worry, Marge! I won't hurt it! I won't let my temper get the best of me!' You stupid *fuck*!"

Angel puffed at his cigar blowing out great clouds of smoke. "Where is he, Marge?"

"Home! Home, like I *told* you! You fuck! Bastard! *Idiot*!"

"Marge?"

Marge fell to her knees picking up pieces of glass and ignoring Angel.

"Marge?"

Marge picked up a large piece and held it towards the light. It wasn't quite right. She turned towards Angel and snickered, holding out the piece of glass he held towards him.

Angel grinned and reached into his desk drawer and pulled out the original. He held it out towards Marge. "While that was an excellent copy, it doesn't really compare to the original, does it? An original I would never *dream* of destroying, lest my *loving* and devoted secretary stake me."

Marge reached for the swan and Angel quickly pulled it out of reach. He smiled at her. "Get me my boy, Marge. I wan't to talk to him."

Marge sniffed. "A *good* Sire wouldn't need me to get his son."

Angle stiffened, sitting up straight in his chair. He took in an unneeded breath and stood. "You go to far, Marge!" He drew back his arm and threw the paperweight as hard as he could towards the wall.

Marge reached out her arm and caught it with a grin. She laughed at him. "You are so easy, Angel."

Angle sighed and sat back down. "When I kill you, Marge, it's going to be so damn messy. I swear. Messy. And I'm gonna replace you with a nice quiet Kamore demon! A cute and smart one, dammit! Send in Johnny and get me the boy." Angel paused then smiled. He pushed back his chair and twrilled it around, full circle. He stopped and smiled once again at Marge. "Please." He added with a grin.

"And what of your traitor? When shall I bring him in?"

Angel clapped his hands and rubbed them together like an evil villain in a cheesy play. "All in good time, my dear. All in good time."

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Spike took his hand from Xander's cock and reached for the phone. He rollled over and tucked the phone in beside his ear. "Die!" He muttered by way of greeting.

"Sooner or later, babe. Later, I'm hoping. You need to come in and talk to the Sire, Spike my luv."

"Ah, Marge, sweetness, didn't I just *do* that? Can't you buy me some more time? Why don't you stake him and take over the business? That's what everyone is waiting for anyway. You to rule and me to sleep."

"So! That's the plan, eh? You lazy suck! You don't even plan to take over yourself; you want *Marge* to do it for you!"

Spike groaned. "Conference call, Marge?"

"Yes, dear. Beware. Your Sire is listening."

"Go stake him, Marge, quick, before he catches on."

"Ha! Marge has been cloned thrice over, fools! Or at least the *good* parts of her. That'll teach ya to clip your nails at the desk, eh, Marge, my sweet?" Angel chuckled over the phone line. "Now, 'nuff jokes. Boy! Get your skinny ass up and come in! We have a whole organization to bring down!"

"You have the Harris Organization on the ropes, Sire?"

"I got that mad man by the balls, my boy! I have one of his top men under the influence of Mistress Delia *and* I have his snitch just waiting for me."

"Snitch, Sire?"

"Well, yes. A snitch. 'Course we knew he was a weak link." Angel coughed over the line. "All part of the plan."

"Really, Sire? All part of the plan?" Spike laughed.

"Okay! Maybe *not* part of the plan! Like your shacking up with the enemy's son! I'd be *proud* of you if *that* was part of the plan, but I know it wasn't! You're just *doing* that, damn you, Spike!"

Spike stiffened, sitting up straight. "Is that what this phone call is about? You want me to use Xan-"

"No!" Angel bellowed over the phone line. "You see, Spike? *See* me, damn you! *My* Spike? My own little Spike? I *love* you, dammit! You are my *boy* damn, you! If you want him you can *have* him! *Any*thing for you, boy! I just want you to be happy." Angle paused. "As long as it falls in with my plans." No need to lie to his boy. And hell, Spike having the Fuck's boy? That was just gravy. He grinned.

"Sire?"

"What, boy? What?"

"I want to keep Xander. His father may want to use him as a bargaining chip. But he's mine. *Mine*. You hear me, Sire? I wan't him for me. For always. No harm shall come to Xander."

Angel smiled. He had his boy in line. He spoke into the phone: "He's yours, Spike. Yours to keep. Now come in. Bring the boy with you and we'll keep him all warm and safe; like a little lost puppy that we found. This all okay with you, Marge?" Angel added with a snicker.

"I'm not sure, Sire. I'll put it in writing and bring it into you to sign. That will make me feel better, Sire." Marge spoke up.

"Kamore demons, Marge! Cute ones, that will want to suck me off, Marge!"

"Humhp. If only such a Kamore demon lived, Sire, I could retire and live happily ever after on all the money I've stolen from you." With that Marge rang off.

"Bitch." Angel slammed down the phone.

"Gotta love Marge." Spike hung up the phone. He looked over at the sleeping Xander and gave a sigh. "Time to find out just how much you *really* love me, pet." He leaned over and shook the boy, trying to wake him.

"Wha?" Xander mumbled. "No wanna wake. No wanna eat. No wanna fuck. Sleep. Sleep is good." Xander grabbed a pillow and rolled over, sinking once again into the depths of slumber.

Spike snatched the pillow away and placed his mouth at Xander's ear. "Wake up, pet. You have to help me kill your dad."

Xander's eyes fluttered. "Maybe later, kay?"

"Xander!"

Xander rolled over. "What!" His eyes flew open and he glared up at Spike. "What? What the fuck is it?"

"We, uh, we have to go help my Sire kill your dad." Spike turned his head away.

Xander rose up, resting on his elbows. He looked at Spike. Just looked at him. "Huh? You kiddin' me, Deadboy?"

"No! You want to live? Then you have to help me. Help us."

Xander threw off the covers and stood. "Where are my pants? Jeeze, where the fuck are my pants?"

Spike sat, watching as the boy prepared to run from him. Damn if his heart didn't ache a bit.

"Well, hell, Spike! Help out a bit! Find my pants and let's go kill my Dad!"

It took Spike a moment to register Xander's words and notice the excited grin upon his face. Excitement and not horror stamped the dark haired boy's face. The vampire grinned and reached under the bed to retrieve Xander's pants. He tossed them at Xander who caught them with a grin and began to step into them. Spike rose and began to dress also.

"Are you sure you want to be apart of this, pet?"

Xander looked up from buttoning his jeans. "Killing my dad? Yes. Meeting your father-uh, Sire? No." He grinned at Spike and put on his shirt. "But you're gonna protect me from your Sire's killing rath, right?"

Spike walked over to Xander and kissed him. His arms went around the boy and held him close. Spike let his mouth trail down to rest upon Xander's jugular. Spike sank his fangs in, pulling back at the first sweet taste of blood. He licked at the wound, closing it. "*Mine.* The vampire muttered against the wound. "You are mine. I would never let any one hurt you. Not even my Sire." Spike wasn't sure if Xander knew the importance of such a claim and he didn't really care. He just knew he had to make it before the two of them left.

Xander hugged the shorter man, holding him tight. "And you are *mine*. Let's not forget that part, vampire."

Spike smiled and pulled away. "Come on. We have dad's to meet- Spike began.

"And dad's to kill." Xander finished.

"Like I've said before, Xander my sweet, you are not an all together there human." Spike chuckled, leading the way out to the limo he knew was waiting for them.

"And that's why ya' love me!"

"Nope. It's your cute ass."

"Ha! I *knew* you thought my ass was cute!"

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Part 7:

You think about stuff when you know you are about to die. Really. You do. You wonder. Think. Why did I do that? Why didn't I do the other thing? Why didn't I say "no"?

Just say *no* to treason, kids!

Why didn't I say what I wanted to say? Why didn't I tell that stupid fuck, Harris, to just kiss my ass? Money? No. Not really. Not money. The Angel Organization gave me plenty of money. Power? Yeah, maybe. The possibility of power was seductive, sure. How cool would power be? Very! But here I am, all tied up before my Angel and about to die. Just waiting for the crowned prince to come and witness my execution.

Hell!

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"Marge! My sweetness! My love!" Spike rushed behind the imposing desk, picking up the woman behind it in a bone-crushing hug. Xander held back and fidgeted. He was a bit taken aback by Marge's appearance. He just stood there and stared.

"Well!" Marge demanded. "You! Boy!" She quirked an eyebrow at him, the same way Spike might have. "Yes, *you*!" Xander gave her his full attention. She came around the desk and enveloped him in a full body hug. She even lifted him from the ground a little. Just so that he had to stand tipy-toed. Xander couldn't help but chuckle and hug her back. She was so like-

She placed him back on the ground. Xander grinned at her. "Hi! You look like-"

The door to Angel's office flew open. "'Bout god dammed time you got here!" Angel stormed. "Get in here, boy! And bring your little lover boy with you! Marge!"

"What?" Marge asked, crossing her arms across her chest and not turning to face him. "What, Sire, is it that you require?"

Angel grinned, motioning for Spike and Xander to enter his office. He loved a pissed off Marge. "Your love and devotion, my sweet."

Marge returned to her desk, straightening a few papers before she sat down. "Do you require something I *can* obtain for you, Sire? Perhaps coffee for your guest?" She sniffed.

Angel motioned for Spike and Xander to take seats. "Coffee?! Did you just offer to get *coffee* for this little playmate of Spikes'?! How many times have I asked you to make with the nice for my guests?! Hum? Bring a little blood in? A little liquor? Some slime? Maybe a bit of mud for our pond deprived visitors, but NO! You can't lower yourself to play waitress for my guests! Isn't that what you said? You're not a 'waitress'? Oh, but Spike can drag home some human and you're all happy to bring us some coffee!!"

"So what? You want some coffee, too? Tea maybe? Spike!" Marge yelled. "You want some coffee? You or that friend of yours?"

Spike giggled. "You want some coffee, luv?"

Xander was mortified. "No! I don't need anything!"

Angel gave him a look. "Ha! Ask and you shall receive boy! That seems to be the consensus around here. May as well make use of it!" Angel went to his desk and sat down, pinning Xander with a look.

"Okay." Xander smiled at Angel and yelled out to Marge. "I'll have a cup of coffee! Two sugars!" He narrowed his gaze at Angel. "No cream!" He offered Angel a sneer and squeezed Spike's hand.

Spike smiled, squeezing back. "*I* just wanna have the pleasure of seeing you, luv, when you carry in the tray!" Spike shouted.

Angel crossed his feet across his desk. "So. Here we are."

Spike sat back in his chair. He raised his feet to Angel's desk and crossed them. "Yep. Here we are."

Xander coughed.

Angel's eyes went to him. "You okay, sweety? Need a cough drop?" He withdrew his feet from his desk and quickly leaned over, crossing his arms and resting his chin upon his forearm.

Spike bent over and kissed Xander soundly upon the lips. He offered his tongue and just as quickly withdrew it. Enough to draw Xander back to the here and now.

Xander coughed again. "No. I'm fine. I'm-"

"Here we go!" Marge interrupted with a tray of coffee and goodies.

Angel eyed the goodies with a peeved look. He tisked. "Is that the peach bread?"

Marge ignored her Sire as she passed out cups and dishes to Spike and Xander.

"I *said* is that the peach bread?!"

Marge settled the two boys down with their cups and plates, fussing with napkins and forks. And kisses. Marge offered plenty of kisses.

"What, Sire?"

"IS THAT THE GOD DAMMED PEACH BREAD FROM THE RECIPE *I* GOT FOR YOU?!" Angel screamed at her.

"Hum?" Marge turned to smile at Angel. "What?"

Angel banged his fist against his desk. Xander began to choke on his peach flavored bread; Spike grinned and began to pat Xander on his back.

"Damn you, Marge! There won't be enough of you to scrape off of the walls once I let Delia get through with you!"

Marge went to Xander and brushed his mouth with a napkin. She leaned in to give him a kiss. "Pay no mind to him. I have him under control." She winked at him and smiled at Spike. "You chose well, luv." She gave Spike a kiss on his forehead. She stood and turned to look at Angel. She snickered. "Your mistress of pain is *afraid* of me, Sire." She walked to Angel and tucked a napkin in his shirt and offered him a piece of homemade bread. Peach flavored. She smiled at him. "You'd do well to remember that fact, Sire." She stood back and smiled at the three. "I've some paper work to handle. You three play nice." She gave them all a stern look, making sure each got her look, before backing out and leaving the room.

"Kamore demons, Marge!" Angle yelled at the closed door. He waited a moment.

"Yeah, right, Sire. *Fuck you!" Came the reply from the other side of the door. Angel grinned and twirled his chair around, full circle. He stopped it with a grin. He smiled at Spike. "Doncha just love Marge, boy?"

Spike held fast to Xander's hand. "Um, yeah, Sire, you know I do. Just what is this about?"

Angel smiled and placed his feet once again upon his desk. He laughed. "We're gonna organize an ambush, my boy! You know how much I love the James Bond stuff!" Angel smiled at his boy and his boy's lover. "Gonna get that Harris fuck at his own game!" Angel reached for a cigar.

Spike turned to Xander while Angel played out his cigar ritual. "Um, hon? Did I tell you my Sire was insane? I meant to. Really, I did. But I forget. That he's insane, I mean. I forget that fact, sometimes."

Xander grinned and bussed Spike's lips. He turned back to Angel. "So how can I help?" Xander paused. He offered up the word with true meaning: "Sire?"

Angel smiled. He stood from his chair and gave a laugh. He walked around his desk and went over to pick Xander up and give him a hug. When he didn't catch a whiff of fear from the boy, he put him down and smiled at Spike.

"Well, my boy, if you had to choose human, you at least chose well!"

Angle walked to a cabinet along the back wall of his office and opened it to reveal one terrified vampire-snitch vampire-saying his prayers. He poked him and chuckled at the terrified yelp. "*This*, my boys, is our ticket into the Harris Organization!" Angel poked the vampire again. "Ain't he cute?"

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Oh Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Hear my calls. I beg for forgiveness! For entrance! For *help*, for-his sire poked him again-just to watch him squirm he was sure-help! For help! Fuck! Satan! Jesus! *Any* one! Just help me!! Damn, but you start to think about stuff when you are about to die.

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