"Sire Angel. I bring you news."

Angel leaned back in his leather chair to regard the intruder. He
puffed on his Havana, rolling the rich tobacco around his tongue
before blowing out a thick cloud of fragrant smoke. He stayed silent,
watching the intruder twitch and fumble. Obviously the news was not
good. Angel sighed and took in another mouthful of rich, hand rolled,
Havana tobacco.

"What do you have to tell me, Lefty? Huh? What? *More* bad news?
Is that what you bring me? *More* petty squabbling amongst the
minions? More demands for better dental care? Because I don't *care*
about that, Lefty! You know what I care about? Hum? Do you?" Angel
slammed his fist down upon his massive mahogany desk when no reply
came from Lefty. "I *care* about my fucking *shipment*! I want my
fucking shipment! WHERE IS MY FUCKING SHIPMENT? *That's* the news I
want! *That's* what I want to hear about! WHERE IS MY BLOOD?"

"Angel! Sire! It's not the fault of any one in the organization! I
swear! It's this Harris Organization, Sire. They came outta no
fucking where, Sire! But all of a sudden-BAM! -They're fucking
Everywhere! They stop the shipments! They take in the blood-whores!
They're every-"

"I don't want to hear this, Lefty! I want to hear how you got my
blood coming to me! I want to hear how this 'Harris Organization' is
*gone*! I want to hear the details of there bloody fucking *demise*!
You hearing me, Lefty? I want this problem fucking *solved*, dammit!
I want it *gone*!"

"As do all of us, Sire. We're here only to serve you-"

"You're fucking *right* you're here to *serve* me, you fucking
cock-sucker!" Angel stabbed his cigar towards Lefty for emphasis,
sitting up in his chair. "But I gotta tell ya, Lefty, my man, I'm not
feeling served. I'm not feeling like I'm getting my moneys worth
outta you. In *fact*, I'm feeling kinda let down, boy. You know what
happens when I'm feeling let down?" Angel sat back with a nasty smile
upon his face.

Lefty mumbled something unintelligible.

"What was that, boy? Speak up! What happens when I feel let down?"

"Vampires die, Sire."

"Goddamn *right* they do!" Angel puffed on his cigar. "But perhaps I
've been slack with you *servants*. Angel sneered the word. "Perhaps
I've left room for doubt. That would have been remiss of me, eh,
Lefty?"

"Never, Sire! You would never be remiss."

Angel chuckled. "Normally, no, I wouldn't be. But here it is Friday
night, and no blood. And no ." Angel shook is head. "What has
become of me, that such a thing could happen?" Angel picked up an
ornate wooden letter opener and began to clean his nails. He looked
up at Lefty and smiled. "Lefty?"

"Sire?"

"Come're."

"Sire?" Lefty shifted his weight from foot to foot, hesitating.
"Sire, I have a lead on this group! I swear! They're some kinda
religious fanatics, Sire! Lookin' to rid the world of evil and
witches and vampires an-"

"Lefty!" Angel, barked, cutting him off. "Come *here*." Angel
turned his chair to the side and indicated the area in front of him
with the letter opener. "*Now*."

Lefty lowered his head and walked towards his Sire.

"There's a good boy. Kneel."

"Sire, I-"

"KNEEL!"

Lefty dropped to his knees in front of Angel.

Angel grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head up to look
into the doomed vampire's moist eyes. "I like you, Lefty. You were
one of my favorites. But you let me down. You know I hate that."
Angel smiled. "But because I like you, you don't get the rooms."

"Thank you, Sire." Lefty whimpered. "I thank you for that
conciderat-"

Angel jammed the ornate wooden dagger into the whimpering vampire's
chest. Lefty burst into a shower of dust. Angel turned his chair
back towards his desk and hit the intercom button. "Marge?" He
yelled.

"Sire?"

"Get the vacuum in here and get me my third! And tell him he's now my
second!"

"Yes, Sire. Anything else?"

"Yes! Get me Spike!"

"He's not in, Sire. He's not been in for several nights."

"Well hunt his skinny-ass down! I want him *here*! Yesterday,
Marge!"

"Yes, Sire. I'll have some of the boys bring him in."

Angel took another puff and blew the smoke out so that it moved stray
bits of Lefty off his desk and on to the floor. He hit the intercom
button again. "Hurry up with that vacuum!" He flicked the thick ash
from his cigar so it fell upon what was left of Lefty.

"I gotta hire more Kamore demons. Those fuckers just vanish when you
kill 'em!" Angel picked up the phone and punched in a number.

"Kate?"

"I told you not to call me here!" Came the hissed reply.

"Yeah, well, you also told me that if I paid you enough I wouldn't
have a lot of problems! Well, guess what, bitch? I'm having fucking
PROBLEMS! Who the hell or *what* the hell is the Harris
Organization?"

"Um-"

"'Um', my ass, copbitch." Angel kept his voice low and sweet, as if
speaking to a lover. "You'd better come up with some information I
find useful, or I'm going to have some of my boy's pay you a little
visit. Have some fun with you. And while I'm sure you'd like the
start up games, I'm going to make *sure* you don't like how they end.
You get my meaning, copbitch?"

"Yes." Kate whispered. "We've heard about this group. Very low key
demon hunters. Its members are very loyal. We have one in custody
but he's not talking."

"I want him."

"I can't just give you a-"

"I. Want. Him. You hear me, Kate? I kill your friends. I kill your
squad. I start killing off pretty little pig-tailed kiddies playing
in the park or you bring him to me. Your choice. What will it be?"

"Look, I can't just-"

"Your friend Maria is sure a pretty girl. She works out, doesn't she?
You can tell. Nice muscle tone. I like that. She'd make a good
blood whore. She'd last a good long while. *Or*, you bring me the
guy. What's it gonna be?"

Silence.

Angel kept his snicker silent. He was enjoying this.

"I'll bring him to you."

"Of course you will. You're a smart little sell-out-bitch, you are,
Katie dear." Angel slammed the phone down and sat back in his chair,
bringing his feet up to rest upon his desk.

"Fucking Harris Organization. Let's just see how long you last
against me and *mine*."
***********************************************************

"Godless demons! What evil abomination will they perpetrate next?"
Alexander Harris, Sr. boomed as he read the report. "This is
outrageous!" He shook the sheaf of papers in his hand before slamming
them down upon his massive desk. "The money these fiends are bringing
in! I want it! Christ-all-mighty, this blood for money racket is a
freakin' cash cow! And as long as the evil ones aren't feeding on the
righteous, well, then-fine!" Harris reached into the ornate humidor
on his desk and selected a fat cigar.

"So we shouldn't dump the blood, Sir?"

"Dump it?" Harris looked up while lighting his stogie. "Did you say
*dump*?" He blew a thick cloud of cheap cigar smoke towards his
assistant. "Are you a fool? This blood we have is *money*. Money we
can use to help the poor! Help the needy! We can help the lost find
their way to God! To glory!" The senior Harris narrowed his beady
eyes and glared at his assistant. "What we need is a snitch."

"Sir?"

"A *snitch* from that heathen, Angel's camp! Someone to let us know
who buys."

"Um, yes." The assistant shifted his weight from foot to foot,
clearly uncomfortable.

"You got a problem doing the Lord's work, Chambers?"

"No! Of course not, Sir! What ever you feel is right, I *know* is
right!"

"Humph. Better know it, Chambers. God speaks to me!" He puffed
futilely on his cigar and finally reached for his lighter. "And what
of the demon's whores?"

"Sir?"

"The blood whores, fool! What have you done with them?"

"We've set them up in one of the houses, Sir. So they may recover and
learn God's ways."

Puff. Puff. "Good." Puff. "Ask the snitch for a list of the blood
whores regulars, too, won't you, Chambers."

"Sir?"

"You going deaf, Chambers? They can do their work! Only for God,
now! Now go! See to my wishes!"

"Yes, Sir." Chambers bowed and left the room.

Harris hit the intercom button on his desk. "Madge?"

"Sir?"

"Get me a Lexus dealer on the phone."

"Right away, Sir."

"And, Madge?"

"Sir?"

"I want Xander. Send him to me."

"He's not in, Sir. We haven't seen him for several days."

"Well, find him! I want him! We've business to discuss!"

"Right away, Sir. I'll have some of the boys bring him in."

Harris lit his cigar once again. "Fucking Angel Organization." He
puffed frantically. "No match for the righteous." He hit the
intercom button again. "You got that dealership on the line yet,
Madge?"
***************************************************************

Spike was bored. The club was loud and hot, alive with music and
moving bodies. The men and women good looking, for the most part, and
all dressed to catch. Still, he was bored.

Spike pushed his empty glass forward. "Another here, buddy." He told
the passing bartender.

"Hit me too, barkeep."

Spike watched as another double-shot glass was pushed forward towards
the bottle of his favorite scotch.

"Not having a good time?"

Spike didn't glance at the speaker. "Not really. You?"

"Well." Spike watched as a tanned hand picked up the glass and
brought it back down empty. "It's better'n being home."

"Amen to that!" Spike downed his own shot and turned to smile at his
new companion. Chocolate eyes and a foolish grin snared him. Spike
couldn't help but grin in return. He thrust out his hand. "Spike."

"Xander." Came the reply and grasping hand.

The two shook hands firmly, but without trying to dominate.

Xander pulled his hand free with a smile. "Want to dance?"

"Not really. But if I say no will you go away?"

Xander smiled and moved to the empty barstool between them. "Nope."

Spike flashed a grin. "Come here often?"

"First time. You?"

"Virgin, too."

"Sorry state."

"Virgin?"

"Yep. I think we should dance." Xander stood and grabbed Spike's
hand, pulling him towards the dance floor.

When the two reached the dance floor the music changed from fast to
slow. Both grinned. Spike moved closer, wrapping his arms around
Xander's hips while Xander's arms went about his shoulders.

"Hey. Good timing, eh?" Spike chuckled.

"Yep." Xander spoke into his ear. "It might have taken me several
more drinks before I ended up in your arms, if I hadn't decided to
make such a bold move."

"Naw. I'da had ya here in *one* more drink. But still, I like that
you're so bold."

"So."

"So? What?" Spike held tight and turned them.

"We're gonna be bold?"

"We are. What's you're next bold move?"

"Well, it just so happens that I know a place."

"A place? What kind of place?"

"A place that two foot loose and fancy free guys can go and get to
know one another." Xander moved his hands down to cup Spike's ass.
"You *are* free, aren't ya?"

"Well, sorta. . . I've a bloke's hands all over me ass right about
now."

"Ah." Xander moved the pair into a spin. "Don't mind him. Just do
as he says." Xander moved his mouth close to Spike's ear. "You can't
help but do what he wants. He's a master of seduction."

"Well then. What shall I do?"

"Follow me!" Xander took Spike's hand and led him out of the club.

Neither noticed the two limos pulling up and goons piling out, each
group intent upon finding the soon to be lovers.

Part Two  

The bartender, while a pro with disgruntled lovers and cops bursting
in, was a bit taken back by the twin sets of goons thrusting pictures
of men in his face, held his cool.

"Naw. Never seen 'em." He told the goons holding up Xander's
picture. He tapped the picture of Spike with one hand while he
fingered the hundred-dollar tip the bleached blonde had given him with
the other. "Now *that* one! Him I've seen. Trouble maker. Kicked
him outta here a few days back. Told him to never come back." He
smiled at the goons. "Can I get you boys something to drink?"

Grunts and retreating backs were his only reply, as he watched the
goons head out the door. He shrugged his shoulders, hoping the two
would be okay. They made a nice couple. He could tell these things.
****************************************************************
"So, just where is this place you know of?" Spike asked.

"Huh? Place? There's no place. I was just seeing if I could pick
you up."

"What?" Spike stopped walking to look at Xander. "You've picked me
up and you've no place to take me? Bad form, man! How can I fuck you
without a *place*?"

Xander just grinned at him. "Just like that? What? You think I'm
some kinda slut?" Xander took Spike's hand in his and began walking
again.

"Yes! I think you're just some kind of slut! I was *hoping* you we'
re some kind of slut!"

Xander just laughed and stopped once more, turning to face Spike. He
leaned down and kissed the bottle blonde on the lips. A quick peck.
"Well, sorry, but you were wrong." Xander kissed him again, intending
another quick peck, but Spike reached up and held his head still,
while he thrust his mouth against his and let his tongue push into the
boys, sweeping into and tasting. Spike pulled back slowly, running
his tongue along Xander's upper lip.

"Slut or not. I'm going to have you."

Xander looked at Spike with glazed eyes. "Yeah." He nodded his head.
He grinned after a moment. When his brain started to function again
after that kiss. "Yes. I thought we could get a room." Xander
started walking again, holding Spike's hand and pulling him along.
"Lots of hotels right around the corner." He stopped walking, but
didn't look back at Spike. "I know this, not 'cause I *frequent*
them, but just because I know they're there."

Spike squeezed his hand. "We could go to my place."
*********************************************************

When the two rounded the corner Spike stopped abruptly, noticing the
limo parked in front of his building.

"We can't go to my place after all, pet."

"No? And why not? Is some *one* home?"

Spike chuckled. "Nope. Look." He pointed to the limo. "See that?
That's my dad's people. Come to get me for some reason I'm sure I don
't care to know about."

"Ah. I know all about not wanting to be with dad and his people.
Well, then. We should head to *my* place."

"We should. Can we walk?"

"Yeah. It takes forever to get a cab in LA. It's not far."
****************************************************************
"You live pretty close to me, pet. That's nice."

"Isn't it? We've the makings of more than just a bar pick up here, my
firen-shit." Xander stopped and wrapped his arm around Spike's
shoulders, turning him around quickly and walking the other way.

"What? Do *you* have someone at home?"

"No. *I* have *my* dad's people there, too!"

"Well, aren't *we* the favorite sons?"

"Seems we are." Xander stopped walking once they turned the corner
and looked at Spike. "Look. I'm not playing games. I just *really*
don't want to talk to those people now. You want to go get a room?
For real?"

"Yes. I do. Hey, look! A cab! How fortuitous for us!" Spike
stepped into the street, stopping the cab. The cabby was not
impressed, nor was he happy.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, asshole? This ain't New York! I
stop when I got a fare called in! I stop when-"

Spike thrust a crisp hundred-dollar bill under the cabby's nose. "I
stop when some one *pays* me to. Hop in. Where can I take you
gentlemen this evening?"
*****************************************************

Angle hit the intercom button. "You tracked down my childe, yet
Marge?"

"No, Sire. They've not found Spike yet, but Kate is on her way up
with a-bundle-it looks to be, Sire."

"Good. Send her right up. And Marge? Call down to the rooms."

"Of course, Sire."
***************************************
"Kate. Good to see you. And you've brought me a present. Good. So
many people have let good manners slide. No one brings a gift when
they come calling, anymore. Such a shame."

"Angel, this is very dangerous for me. I had to-"

"Kate! Please. A gift is a gift. I'd hate to think strings come
attached. Cause if strings are attached, I might get the urge to use
them to strangle you." Angel came around his desk and took the
struggling bundle from her. He lifted the cover to reveal a
duck-taped, hand cuffed, and very terrified human.

"I'm so glad you took the time to gift wrap, Kate. It show's such
class. You're good people, Kate."

"I'm sick of your games, Angel! I can't just-


Angel cut her off with a vicious backhand. He came to stand over her
prone form. He kicked her in the stomach. "Sick of my games, Kate?
I haven't begun to play with you, Kate. You wouldn't like my games.
You wouldn't *live* through my games, Kate." Angle placed his foot on
her chin and smiled down at her. "I'm not playing with you, Kate. I'
m dead serious." He gave her a smile and removed his foot. "I thank
you for the present. You run along now, and I won't kill you or any
of your friends." Angel turned back to his present, ignoring her mad
scramble for the exit.

"So. You don't talk? Is that true?" Angel ripped the duck tape from
the man's mouth.

"Devil! Satan! Never shall I speak to you!"

"Um, okay. But you just *spoke* to me. God's gonna be mad at you!"
Angel grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back. He
leaned down close to the panting man's face. "You are going to talk,
my friend. You're gonna *scream* a lot first, sure. But you'll
talk."

"Never!" Angel punched the man hard enough to knock him unconscious.
He chuckled, letting the man fall to the floor. He walked to his desk
and hit the intercom button. "She ready for me, Marge?"

"She doesn't answer, Sire."

"That's okay, Marge. She's always ready." Angle grabbed the
unconscious man by the hair and dragged him to his private elevator.
To the rooms.
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"Fifty dollars a night or two hundred a week."

"That's ridiculous!"

"Yeah." The woman looked up from her GLAMOUR magazine. Her eyes went
from Xander's outraged face to Spike's bland one. "Ya'll want to have
a quick one night with us or a blissful weeks stay at chez'fuck? It's
up to you. We, the management, don't care." She popped her gum.

Spike grinned and refrained from popping her neck. He slapped two
hundred dollars down on the counter. "We'll take the week."

She popped her gum and grabbed a key, slapping it on the counter.
"Thrifty of you. You're room 213, next to the ice machine on the
corner. Have fun and come again."

"You know, I *hate* people like that!" Xander said, as they made
their way to the room. "If you hate your job so much, quit! And
hell, if you hate people, go find a nice job where you have your own
little cubicle and all you have to do is punch in some numbers or data
or what ever and you don't have to deal with peop-"

Spike had let Xander vent all the way to the room but once they were
inside he slammed the door shut and backed the grumbling boy against
it and shut him up with a kiss. His hand's went to Xander's shirt and
began to unbutton it while pulling it free from the boy's jeans.
Xander's hands sank into Spike's hair cupping his head as Spike made
his way to suckle at his nipples.

"I talk too much, huh? I've been told that."

Spike released his nipple and stood up straight to look Xander in the
eyes. He grinned at the boy and reached down to unsnap and unzip
Xander's jeans.

"That's okay, pet. Talking's good. I like to talk." He cupped the
boy's ass and pushed his jeans down and over his ass, letting them
fall to the floor. "We could talk about how hard you are." Spike
reached down and took hold of Xander's erection. He gave it a
squeeze. "You're very hard, pet. We could talk about how good you
taste to me." Spike leaned in to kiss Xander, thrusting his tongue
inside the now silent boy's mouth. Spike thrust deep with his tongue,
tasting and teasing, running his tongue along the boys cheeks and
palate, while his hand continued to work at Xander's cock. Spike
pulled his mouth away from Xander's and dropped to his knees in front
of the boy. He began undoing and removing Xander's shoes. He leaned
forward a bit and took the head of Xander's cock into his mouth,
running his tongue over the head and then sucking. He let it go with
a pop and lifted each foot free of the jeans. Once Xander was free of
the jeans he took the boys cock back into his mouth sliding down far
enough to run his tongue across Xander's tightly drawn sac. He pulled
back and looked up to smile at Xander. "Talking is good. Fucking is
better."

Xander slid down the door to the floor. He came over Spike and began
pulling Spike's shirt over his head. Xander latched his mouth onto
Spike's as his hands went to Spike's pants, undoing them with indecent
haste. Xander gasped in pleasure once Spike's hardness was in his
hand.

Spike groaned and rolled them over. "Bed, pet?"

"Too far away."

"Yeah." Spike spat in his hand and coated his cock. He maneuvered
them so that Xander's knees were over his shoulders and his cock at
his entrance. He leaned down to kiss him, thrusting his tongue in
Xander's mouth as his cock thrust past the tight ring of muscle.
Spike took hold of Xander's cock and began to jack it in time with his
thrusts. Soon both came with loud cries of pleasure. After his
release Xander let his legs fall to the side and Spike collapsed upon
Xander. Xander slid a hand into Spike's hair and began petting him.

"So?" Xander murmured into the quiet.

"So?"

"What's wrong with *your* dad?"

Spike snickered. "It's a secret."

"Really? Tell you *my* secret if you tell me *yours*"

Spike lifted up his head to look in soul-deep brown eyes. He grinned.
"Okay. But you're not gonna believe me."

Part Three  

Angel took a deep breath once the elevator doors opened up. He loved
the rooms. So full of scents. So full of death. He kicked a stray
skull out of his way as he dragged his guest out of the elevator and
let him slump upon the damp floor.

"Delia!"

He heard the crack of a whip and a cry of pain and grinned. "Delia!"
He yelled again.

"*Mistress* Delia to you!" She came striding out of one of the rooms
dressed all in black leather. Leather corset, strapped tight, breasts
all but spilling out, leather thong, ass spread and tight, leather
boots, heels six inches high and tight laces reaching up to grasp at
taunt thighs. She held a leather riding crop in one hand and sported
a tight, wide red leather choker around her neck, proclaiming her as
Angels'.

"What?" She snapped, angry at having been interrupted.

"You forget yourself, mistress!" Angel snapped.

"Do I? Ah, yes, I do. What can I do for you, *master*?" Cordelia
made the word into a curse.

"I have a project for you. I want him to speak." He gestured to the
man lying slumped on the floor. "He doesn't want to."

"He's human?"

"Yes."

Mistress Delia rolled her eyes. "I'm *sick* of humans! They don't
last."

Angel growled at her. "You'll make this one last until I've found out
what I want to know!"

Delia slapped the leather crop against her naked thigh, grinning at
the bite of pain it caused.

"Will, I? And if I *don't*? What will you do? Hurt me?" She gave a
throaty chuckle.
"I'd like to see you try. *Really* I would."

"I don't have time to play with you, Cordelia. I want this one to
talk and I want him to talk fast! I'll fucking have bunny's kiss you
to death if you don't do as I say, bitch!"

"Fine!" Cordelia snickered. "No need to bring up bunny rabbits,
Master. Bring him into room 6. I'll have him talking in no time."
Cordelia, Angels' mistress of pain, led the way to one of her favorite
rooms.

"Chain him to the wall." She instructed.

Angel happily complied, securing the man's hands over his head in the
shackles hanging from the ceiling and his feet, spread out, shoulder
wide, into iron shackles protruding from the damp brick walls. The
unconscious man fell forward, his face stopping about two feet from
the damp musty floor.

Cordelia went to a control panel on the far wall and pushed a button.
She grinned when the arm shackles began to take up slack and the man
was soon facing her, back against the cold damp bricks.

She walked to her new assignment and hit the unconscious man across
the face with her ridding crop, causing a deep welt that began to ooze
small drops of blood. She smiled at Angel. "He'll talk, Angel. He'
ll talk."
****************************************************

"So, you're a devil?"

"No! I'm just Calvin!"

"You work for the devil, fiend! That makes you one!"

"No! I work for Angle!"

"He's a devil, lost one! And you are his servant!" Harris Sr. thrust
a cross into Calvin's face, watching with glee as he twisted away and
began to burn. "Admit it, fiend, so that you may be saved! Repent!
So that you may be saved! So that we can bring to you the comforts of
God. The comforts of glory." Harris Sr. moved the cross away.

"I've never met the devil. I've never met God. I'm just a vampire."
He whimpered.

"So! You admit your evil ways! You confess! You are a devil! You
are a vampire!" Harris Sr. placed the cross against Calvin's cheek
and let it burn.

Calvin stood with a roar of pain. He was surrounded on all sides by
crosses and guards armed with holy water. He smashed a doubled fist
down upon the Senior Harris' desk, shattering a corner of it. He
picked up a large wooden shaft and fell, chest first upon it. Better
dust than these nuts.

"God damn it! I wanted a *snitch* ! That's what I want! That's what
I asked for! Offer anything! Offer blood! Offer blood-whores!
Offer what ever the fuck it is the fiends want! Just don't bring be
another loyal servant of that devil, Angle!"

"Yes, sir."

"Go!" Harris Sr. moved to stand behind what was left of his desk as
the men left the room and hit the intercom button. "Madge!"

"Sir?"

"Get some cleaning women in here! And order me a new desk!" He
thought about the money that he had coming in from his hijacked supply
of blood. "Mahogany! A *big* one!"

"Of course, Sir."

He sat back in his chair and surveyed the pile of dust that had been
Calvin. Loyalty was a pain in the ass when it wasn't for him.
***************************************************

Mistress Delia put down the container of salt. She licked the blood
away from the man's lips as he moaned and prayed. "Shh. I can rinse
away the salt." She kissed his lips. "I just need a little more
information. You've been so helpful. Really you have. And I thank
you for that. I just want to know where his son lives. Humm? Tell me
that and I'll make all the pain go away." Delia pressed her cool body
close to his ravaged one. His leg shackles had been removed and he
hung limply from his arms, his knees bent, too weak to support him.

"But, mistress, I don't know! None of us know!" He began crying
again, the salt from his tears burning the raw flesh of his cheeks.

"You dare to lie to me? You? Whose life I hold in my hands?" Delia
turned the man so his raw back was once again facing her. She wet
her cat o' nine tails in water and then placed it in a tray of salt.
Once coated she lashed at his back, already stripped of flesh.

Once the human was passed out again she turned to face her audience.

"He knows nothing else. He would have told me."

"Are you sure?"

Delia walked close to and struck Angel across the face. "You doubt
your mistress?"

"Once again you go to far!" Angel grabbed her and pushed her against
the stone wall. Angel kicked her legs wide and moved between them.
He grabbed her thong and pulled it tight and to the side, pressing his
erection into her ass. He reached down and thrust his fingers into
her sopping entrance. He moved his mouth close to her ear. "No. You
'd like that too much." He chuckled and pulled away, wiping his wet
fingers on her cheek.

"Good job, though." He turned and left, calling out. "Kill him or
keep him. A present from me to you, Mistress Cordelia. Because I
love and value you." His laughter echoed until the elevator doors
closed behind him.

"Bastard!"
**************************************************
Spike lay still in the bed as Xander suckled at his throat. He
brought his hands up to cup Xander's shoulders. "Xander?"

"Um?" Xander let his tongue run up Spike's neck to his lips. He
licked across the perfect shape of them, outlining them with the tip
of his tongue before plunging it in deep for a kiss. After a moment
of tasting the coolness of Spike's mouth, Xander pulled back with a
grin. "What?"

"Secrets."

"Yeah. What were you gonna tell me?"

"I wasn't going to tell you anything. Not until you told me your
secrets, that is."

"Ah. Yes. So, you're a stickler, huh?"

Spike grinned. "Yep. A stickler. That's me."

"Well fine!" Xander rolled over to rest on his back, next to Spike.
"*My* dad's a nutso religious fanatic out to rid the world of demons
and witches and vampires. And make money doing it when ever possible.
Of course I use the term 'religious' loosely. There's no real
religion involved. I'd hate to cast aspersions against any religion
by associating them with my dad. That would just be wrong." He
turned on his side to face Spike, his arm crooked, head resting in his
hand. He grinned. "What's *your* dad?"

"A vampire."

"Ah. Then that would explain why you're a vampire, eh? Hey! I didn't
think vampires could have little vampire babies! Bet you were a cute
little vampire baby!"

"Huh?"

Xander laughed down at Spike. "I've a neck fetish. That was *me*
sucking on your neck. I'm why you have all the hickeys." Xander
rolled over and on to Spike to grin down at him. He ran a finger
across the bruises he had left, stopping at Spike's jugular. "Doesn't
go thump, thump. And it should." He leaned down to kiss the spot.
"Unless you're a vampire. Then no thump thump."

"So. You know. Do I scare you?"

Xander laughed and wiggled upon him. "Uh huh. Yeah. Show me your
vampire face."

Spike did. Pulling back his lips so Xander got a good look at his
fangs.

Xander grinned and leaned back down to darken the hickey at Spike's
jugular.

"I don't think you are a stable human, Xander." Spike told him,
arching his neck into the kiss.

Xander bit down hard, drawing blood. He pulled back to grin at Spike,
with bloody lips. "I'm not. But that's okay. 'Cause I don't think
you're an all together there vampire."

Spike reached up to kiss Xander's bloody grin. "I'm not. Just ask
dad!"

Xander pulled back. "Yeah. *Your* dad. So who is he and how did you
come about."

Spike sighed. "Well, you're right. Vampires don't have little
vampire babies. But they do create childer and minions. I'm a full
childe of Angelus'. His favorite childe and his chosen heir. He
wants me to follow in his footsteps. Be his right hand man."

"Ah. I see. My dad, too. But I, at least, will get it all once he
dies." Xander laughed. "Of course, I'm almost certain Dad is *not*
going to be leaving me his empire!" He smacked Spike's lips with his.
"But I can live happy knowing he's going to die, sooner or later.
*Your* dad will never die, huh?"

"Not *naturally* anyway. And I don't see pops getting ashed any time
soon!" Spike wrapped his arms around Xander's shoulders and rolled
them over, so that he was on top looking down into startled brown
eyes. "And I don't want him too be. I just don't want to run the
business."

"So! You *like* being a
lazy-do-nothing-lay-about-party-animal-happy-to-live-off-the-labors-of
-your-dad, huh?"

Spike arched his scared brow. "Sire? Is that you?"

Xander grinned. "Heard that many, *many* times. Was thinking of
having it tattooed on my ass; but it's kinda long."

"Yeah. And you have such a cute ass. You wouldn't want to mar such
cuteness."

"You think my ass is cute?"

"I *thought* it was. Maybe I was mistaken." Spike moved off of
Xander. "Roll over and let me have another look."

"Oh, it's cute. *Very* cute."

"That's what they all say. Roll over." Xander did. He clenched and
unclenched his ass cheeks. Spike slapped his ass. "No trying to
influence the judges with fancy moves." Xander chuckled while Spike
ran a hand across his ass. "Humm. Yes, very nice." Spike leaned
down to suckle at one ripe round ass cheek. "Yep. Cute and even
tasty." Spike leaned back down and began to suckle more. Xander was
moaning and withering by the time Spike pulled back to admire the
smiley face he had suckled upon Xander's ass. He moved so that he lay
between Xander's legs. He spread the mortal's ass cheeks and ran his
tongue over the tightly draw sac and up to his puckered hole. He sank
his tongue past the tight ring of muscle; Xander moaned and arched up.
Spike worked his tongue in and out of Xander's hole, his hands holding
Xander's ass tight and wide. Spike pulled back and moved quickly,
replacing his tongue with his cock. He pushed in, sinking in deeply,
moaning in pleasure when his balls rested against Xander's ass, his
cock tightly sheathed in Xander's hot depths. Spike's arms went
around the boy's shoulder's, sliding beneath him. He clutched his
hands together beneath Xander's chest and latched his mouth to Xander'
s neck, sucking and licking as he began to slam his cock in and out of
Xander, his rhythm hard and fast. When I felt himself close to
completion he moved his hand down to grasp Xander's swollen member.
He began to work Xander's cock in time with his own frenzied thrusts.
He came when he felt Xander's hot release spill across his hand,
biting down on Xander's shoulder.

"Shit!" Xander flexed his shoulders; dislodging Spike's still
suckling mouth.

"What?" Spike pulled back, licking blood from his lips. He smiled
and licked blood from the wound on Xander's shoulder.

"You bit me!"

Spike kissed the spot. "Yep. Vampires! What are you gonna do?"
Spike slowly pulled out of Xander, groaning at the hot clasp of Xander
's ass upon him. He turned on his side to spoon the other man. He
moved his mouth to Xander's ear. "Did it hurt?"

Xander giggled. "What? That ass pounding or the bite?"

Spike licked his ear. "The bite. You *loved* the ass pounding."

"I kinda liked the bite too."

"Yep. You are not the least bit stable, pet. Not stable at all."

"Yeah. I know. But I got a cute ass."
************************************************

"Marge, have they found my boy yet?"

"No, Sire, not yet. But they are still looking. I will let you know
as soon as I know. All knowledge I acquire I will share with you,
Sire."

"Is that sarcasm I hear, Marge?"

"Yes, Sire. Too subtle?"

"Not at all. Just checking."

"Of course, Sire."
**********************************************************************
Harris Sr. sat behind his shiny new desk. He smiled at his newly
acquired employee, from across its great expanse. His snitch. A
money grubbing little low life, belonging to the great Angel
Organization. Not exactly what he had hoped for, but with coaching,
Harris Sr. was sure he'd be a useful asset. He hit the intercom
button.

"You got a line on my boy yet, Madge?"

"Not yet, Sir. But the boys are on it. They'll find him. Trust in
the Lord, Sir."

"And just what do you mean by that, Madge?"

"Why, only that you must trust in His good will, Sir. What ever else
could I have meant?"

Part Four  

Spike rolled to his back, stretched and groaned. He turned his head
to the side and grinned at site of the still sleeping Xander. He knew
it was time. He didn't want to. *Damn*, but he didn't want to.

"Shit!" He mumbled out loud. He'd better do it. He sat up in bed
and surveyed the room, looking for his pants. He spotted them,
crumpled in a heap near the door. He smiled as he got up and went
over to snatch them up. He stuck his hand in the pocket and withdrew
his pager as he made his way back to the bed. He plopped back down,
his back against the headboard, as he began scrolling through the
numbers. Lots of numbers. Mostly the numbers were from good ole dad
and good ole Marge. Of course. He deleted the numbers as he went
through them. He stopped at one he didn't recognize. He quirked a
brow as he looked at the number, trying to place it. Curiosity got
the better of him and he picked up the bedside phone and punched in
the number.

"About goddammed time you checked in boy!"

Spike grinned. "Marge, you sneaky little cow!"

"Ha! I do the same damn thing every time you take a powder! Get a
new cell phone and send you the number. You call. I'm a bit peeved
you continue to fall for it. Thought I taught you better."

"I knew it was you, Marge, my angel, my one true love."

"Did not."

"Oh, but my goddess, I did!"

"Cut the sweet talk, boy. Angel is pissed. Angel has lost a
shipment. Angel is about to loose another shipment, and he wants his
boy here to help him rectify the problem. He has obtained certain
information that leads him to believe the heist will occur sometime
tonight. He wants to be there to stop it."

"*He* wants to be there?"

"Yes. And he wants his boy there with him. I have the goons out
looking for you, you know. They have no idea you're holed up in a
seedy motel. So get your ass in here, ASAP, or I'll send them to get
you!"

Spike sighed. "You amaze me, my love."

"Of course I do. I'll give you an hour." The line went dead.

Spike hung up the phone and turned to Xander. He moved his body
closer to the still sleeping boy and began to nibble at Xander's lips.
Xander smacked him in the head but didn't wake. Spike grinned and
brought his hand up to brush along Xander's lips. He quickly withdrew
his hand so that Xander slapped his own face.

Xander groaned and wiggled but did not wake. Spike chuckled and
smashed his lips down upon Xander's. Xander's eyes flew open and his
mouth opened. Spike thrust his tongue in. Xander's hands came up,
clutching in Spike's hair, holding the vampire's head still and close
so he could let his own tongue come into play. The kiss lasted for
several hot moments before Spike reluctantly pulled away.

"I have to get home, pet."

Xander's face went blank. "Okay."

Spike ignored Xander's apparent shut down. "I just checked in with my
Sire's oracle." He grinned down at Xander. "She's got the goons
after me. Something big is up, and I have to be there. Give me your
phone number; address, all that good stuff. I'll get back to you when
I can." Spike rose from the bed and began to dress.

He walked to the bed, pulling out his wallet before he sat down next
to Xander. He pulled out a card from his wallet and held it out to
Xander. "This is me. My address, my phone, my pager." He leaned
down and kissed Xander quickly. "You'll need a code for the pager. I
mostly ignore it."

Xander grinned, feeling better about being left. "69?"

Spike laughed. "Very unoriginal pet. How about 926? For Xan?"

Xander smiled and took the card. "Okay. I'll put in a number and
then 926." Xander rolled across the bed to end table. He grabbed a
pen and pad and began writing. He tore off the top sheet when he was
finished and moved back to Spike. He handed him the paper.

"This is me. All my numbers."

Spike took the paper and kissed him again. "Don't worry, pet. I'll
call."

"Promise?" Xander knew he sounded doubtful and needy. He couldn't
help it. He felt both; doubtful *and* needy.

Spike just grinned. "Don't think I'll let you get away from me, pet!"
He leaned down for one final kiss and left the room.

"Shit!" Xander mumbled when the door closed. He reached for the
phone. He, too, needed to check in.

Damn, but he didn't want to.
*************************************************************
Spike strolled into the outer offices with a big grin and bigger
bouquet of roses. He dropped to his knees in front of Marge's desk
and held out the flowers.

"My love! My sweet! My one and only! I ask that you do not cast
aside my lowly attempt to sway your favors my way. I know the beauty
of these roses pale in comparison to *your* beauty; but they are only
a token of my love and passion for you. Take them as they are meant
to be; but a tribute to you, and an offering of my love."

Marge snatched the roses from Spike and held them to her nose for a
second. "Rise, peasant."

Spike rose, but kept his head down.

Marge barked out a laugh. "I'm easily swayed, boy, and you know this.
Angel, however, will not be so easily swayed."

Spike grinned at her. "Well, then, maybe you should give me the roses
back. They might work on pops."

"They won't, so I'll just keep my roses you putz. Go on in. And be
sure
that you tell him *I* sent you!"

"Glory grabbing cow!"

Spike walked into Angel's office.

"Dammit boy! Where the fuck have you been?!"

"Out screwing around, Sire. You know me."

Angel laughed. "That's my boy! But we have serious business to see
to! Sources have it that we are about to be hijacked." He scowled,
sweeping a dirty look to all those gathered in his office. "As we
have been before! You would know this if you bothered to check in,
boy!"

"Well, Lefty, the boys, and I can handle it. No need to worry
yourself, Sire." Spike glanced around the room. "Uh, where's Lefty,
Sire?"

"He's dust, my boy! Dust!"

"What the hell happened to Lefty, Sire?"

Angel grinned at his favorite. "*I* happened to him, boy! Pissed me
off! Lost a shipment. Can't have that, can we boy?"

"But, Sire, Lefty was your second."

Angel stormed over to Spike, grabbing him by his throat and slamming
him against the wall. "*You* should be my second boy!" He squeezed
Spike's throat. "But you choose to play. You choose to screw around.
I've let this go. But no longer. Tonight we go into battle, boy!"
Angel let Spike drop. He turned to look at the others gathered in the
room. "Are we ready boys? Ready to kick some Harris Organization
ass?"

"Harris-" Spike sputtered. "Harris organization, Sire? What,
exactly, is that?"

"Damn it, boy! Where have you been? Don't answer that! I don't want
to know! The Harris Organization is a bunch of lunatics, *run* by a
lunatic! They have hijacked our last shipment of blood. They have
stolen-kidnapped!-our bloodwhores! They are a big ass fuckin' thorn
in my side, and tonight we kill them!" Angel moved back to his desk
and picked up his favorite glock. He cocked it, sending a bullet into
the chamber and shoved it into his pants. He grinned at Spike, and
buttoned his suit jacket. "Grab a gun, boy, and follow us."

"Jesus Sire! Are you sure this is necessary?"

"Of course I'm sure, boy! Now grab a vest and a gun and come *on*!"
Angel headed out the door. Spike followed.

"Spike!" Marge called to him.

"Yes, luv?"

"Go back and get one of the chain metal vests. They'll be shooting
wooden, honey. Know you're vampires, they do. And for hell's sake,
watch the holy water! They're sure to have some of that. Just stay
back and shoot."
Spike went back in and came out with a vest.

Marge ducked under her desk and came out with two Uzis. She handed
them to Spike with a grin. "Here you go honey. Just mow 'em down
with these." She winked at him. "From far away, luv. Don't get to
close."

Spike snatched the machine guns from her with a grin. He leaned in to
kiss her. "See why I love you, my sunshine?"

"Oh, you! Get to the limos, before your Sire leaves you!"
****************************************************
"Don't you just love the docks at night, boy?"

Spike kicked away a particularly bold rat. "No, Sire, I don't."

Angel laughed and slapped Spike across his back. "I love it! The
smells. The sights. The action." He pointed to men dressed in gray
coveralls disembarking one of the ships. "See them, boy? That's us.
That's our money. Blood from over seas. Frozen fresh." Angel took
site of a worker with his handgun and followed him on his journey down
the gangplank. "Yep. Our money." He lowered the gun and smiled at
Spike. "Keep an eye out boy. The bad guys should be showing up, any
minute now."

As if Angel had willed it so, pandemonium broke out.

Men-humans-dressed in black came pouring out, overwhelming the ships'
crew. Guns and crosses were drawn. The crew seemed confused by the
crosses; they were human and knew nothing about vampires. They were
just doing a job. They did as the hijackers bade them to. They
unloaded the cargo at gunpoint. They had already been paid and as
long as they didn't get shot, didn't really care where the shipment
went. The take over was fast and clean. Angle's men didn't make a
move. Spike tensed, ready to go in.

"Shh, Spike." Angel whispered. He had a smile in his voice, Spike
could tell. He'd heard it many times before. "Let 'em unload."

"That's it." Angel whispered as he watched the last man board the
ship.

He took aim at the man left standing on the dock. He shot him. Right
in the head.

The dead man hadn't hit the docks before the battle was on.

Harris's men gave a good fight; but they were out powered, out
numbered and simply overwhelmed. The Harris group had expected no
resistance, and Angel and his forces were ready for them. Angel's men
stayed out of reach of their crosses, holywater, stakes and crossbows.
They picked them off like ducks in a shooting gallery. Or they simply
shot them down with high-powered rifles and machine guns. When it was
over, only dead humans lay at the docks. No wounded vampires.

The trucks were driven away by Angel's men.

Not one man from the Harris Organization was left alive.

"How will we explain all the dead, Sire?" Spike asked Angel, when it
was over.

Angle lit a cigar and grinned at Spike. He turned back to look upon
the carnage with a smile.

"We? What do *we* have to explain? It's the docks. It's a religious
group. Must be drugs!" Angle laughed and puffed on his cigar. "Let'
s head home, boy! Nothing left for us here. And I can hear the
sirens. Cops will be here soon. Much as I love my little Kate, I
prefer to see her on *my* terms."
***********************************************

"Christ-all-mighty! Every last one of them, Madge?"

"Yes, sir. No one from the raid-the, uh, intervention-left, Sir."

"Well, bless their hearts, they went doing God's work. You found my
boy, yet?"

"Yes, Sir. He is on his way in. Won't be long now."

"Good. Good. Send him right in when he gets here, Madge. We've work
to do!"

Harris lit up a stogie, thoroughly pissed. He had lost a lot of money
and a lot of people. Rationally, he knew it wasn't Jr.'s fault. But
he wasn't rational on *good* days, and this was a *bad* day. It had
to be someone's fault. And it wasn't his. Someone was going to pay.

Part Five  

"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."
**********************************************************
"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 straitened 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."
**************************************************

"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."
**********************************************************

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 Six  

"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!"
************************************************************
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.
************************************************

"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 Angle 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."
*****************************************************
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!"

Part Seven  

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!
************************

"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?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

Part Eight  

"So." Xander grinned. "Use the snitch my dad obtained for
*your* purposes." He nodded his head. "Very nice. I like it."
Xander poked at the bound and gagged vampire, watching him
squirm. He turned to look at Angel. "How will you be able to
trust him? He's already betrayed you."

Angel smiled at Xander. He turned a dirty look upon Spike. "Why
cant *you* think like this boy?" Angel sniffed at Spike. He
turned back to Xander.

"Don't worry boy! Xander, is it? Xander! Nice name. Like it.
Sounds *vampiric*. This particular vampire is now wired for
sound. Aren't ya boy?" Angel poked at the vampire's ribs,
watching him squeal; watching the pleading look come into his
eyes over his duck taped mouth. Angel grinned and poked him
again. "Yep. He's just chock full of microphoney and tracky
goodness!" Angel turned to smile at Xander. "I've some really
good people that handle stuff like that for me."

Spike snorted. "Yeah, Sire Angel, has turned some of the
brightest minds available, Xander. Only the best for my Sire."

"It's all set up, Sire." Johnny told him, walking into the room.

"So?" Angel poked at Ken's ribs once again. "My little Judas is
all ready to go, hum?"

"Ken is ready to go to the Harris Organization, Sire. But, you
know, scholars have started to prove that Judas *wasn't* really a
betrayer. It seems that he may have just have been-"

All eyes go to Johnny.

Spike's and Xander's in worry.

Angel's in dismay.

Ken's in hope. Maybe he has an out.

Angel pulls the Glock from his waistband, sending a bullet into
the chamber, aims it, and shoots Johnny in the shoulder.

"What?! Dammit, Sire! Scholars *have* started to prove Judas
wasn't really the great betrayer everyone thinks him to be!"
Johnny yells, grabbing his bleeding shoulder. Angel raises his
gun and shoots again. Right beneath the first shot, between
Johnny's fingers.

"Fuck! Sire! Cut it out! That shit *hurts*! Dammit!" Johnny
tries to stop the flow of blood with his hand.

Xander giggles. Spike gives him a *look*. "Don't *encourage*
him, pet." Xander shrugs his shoulders. He can't help it if it'
s *funny*, can he?

"You're bleeding on my floor, Johnny." Angel states, checking
his gun.

"Cause you *shot* me, Sire! You shot me!"

Angel sites his gun at Johnny's head, closing one eye to get a
better site. "Yep. I shot you. Right in your shoulder. Gonna
shoot you in your head if you don't leave."

"But, Sire-!"

"Right in your fucking *head*, Johnny!"

"Fine! I'm gone!" Johnny starts to stomp away.

"But not *too* far away, Johnny, my boy. We *do* have things to
do."

Johnny stops. "No. Not too far away, Sire." Johnny mumbles,
trying to hold back the blood.

"Well! I just *hate* back talk!" Angel took his seat. He gave
Xander a look. "You'd do well to remember that, boy."

Xander smiled. "Oh, sure I'll *remember*, but I'm not sure how
much good that will do. Back talk is kinda my forte."

Angel looked startled, and Spike stiffened, ready to defend his
lover. Sire Angel surprised every one when he burst out in
laughter.

"I *like* this boy of yours!" He told Spike. He shook his head,
chuckling some more. "Let's discuss the plan. We only have a
night or two, my pretties."

*****************************************************

"His whole organization you say, vampire?"

"Yes sir!" Ken grinned, even though it hurt to. The marks may
have faded, but pain still radiated through his body from his
punishment at the hands of his Sire. He grinned wider when he
thought of what might have been. What might *still* be, if he
didn't pull this off. He looked Harris, Sr. in the eye and gave
his biggest, brightest grin. And *damn* it hurt. "It's to be a
big celebration. All the vamps in the city will come. The Sire
has given me approval to set the whole thing up."

Harris, Sr. puffed at his cheap cigar doing his best to keep it
lit. "What is this celebration of evil, again, vampire?"

"La Kalima." Kenneth threw out the made up name. He kept
feeling dumber and dumber with each conversation he had with this
man. *What* had he been thinking?

A blood whore, thick and sweet smelling, sat on his lap, offering
her neck to him. Oh. *Right*.

Harris Sr. laughed. "Sup, demon! We have much to do. You'll
need a full belly for my plans." Harris Sr. rolled his fat cigar
in his fingers. "So, would this demon ceremony be a mid year All
Hollow's eve? Something to do with the summer solstice? Longer
nights would be a cause for celebration amongst your kind, I
would imagine."

"Um." Kenneth snorted in dismay, choking on the blood rushing
down his throat. The nights got *shorter* during the summer,
dammit! His blood whore pulled away and patted him on the back,
looking at him with drug-dulled eyes. He smiled at her and then
pushed the girl away. Mustn't drain the blood whores. "Um, yes.
That's just what it is! Celebrating the summer solstice! More
people out and about on warm nights. Plus, ah, the kalima
demons. . . To celebrate the coming of, um, the kamila demons.
And the, ah, the longer nights."

"The what?"

"Um." Shit! What had he said? Camilia demons? Oh fucking
hell! Camellias were *flowers* weren't they? He was no fucking
good at this James Bond shit! Lies were *so* very bad. Deceit
was *so* wrong. *Nothing* but trouble. Why hadn't his Sire
given him a decent story to tell? "The, ah, Kalima demons?" Did
that sound like a question? He hoped not. He grinned at Harris
Sr. Kamila. . . Kalima. Wasn't that some Hindu god? Goddess?
Oh, shit! He was gonna be killed by this crazy fuck instead of
by his Sire. Death. Death. Death. If he had a heartbeat he
knew what it would sound like: Death-beat-Death-beat-Death.

The pudgy man grinned back at him. "You demons have so many
festivals and rituals. So many unholy masses."

"Yeah. All kinds of crazy shit." Kenneth mumbled beneath his
breath. He was newly converted to his vampiric race, relatively
speaking, and had been raised Lutheran as a boy. As far as he
could tell, religion was a pretty freaky, scary thing, no matter
*who* or *what* was being worshipped.

"What was that you said, vampire?" Harris, Sr. demanded.

"Nothing, Si-uh, Sir. Nothing. Just beginning some chants.
For-uh, for the festival."

"Well! None of that demon chant! We will have none of your
demon chants here! I will let you know when you may speak."
Harris, Sr. looked at him through the cloud of cheap cigar smoke.
"Unless, you *need* to chant, of course."

Part Nine

"How do you know this guy is dumb enough to fall for whatever it
is Ken tells him?" Spike asked.

"Oh, my dad will listen to whatever a vampire tells him. He's
got this whole 'love-hate-wanna-be-but-gotta-kill-
'em-case-they-are-evil-and-maybe-God-is-watching' thing going on
with vampires. But I need to call the office. I need to let Ma-
"

"What? Xander! I thought you were with us? I thought I could
*trust* you. Now, you wanna *call* one of them? *Warn* one of
the enemy?" Angel exclaimed.

Xander looked up and into the eyes of his love's Sire. "Sire,
Sir, no disrespect to you, but this person means you no harm.
Aside from Spike, she has been my salvation. She is very special
to me, very important to me. She is employed by my father, yes,
but I feel-I *know*-that she has only stayed to keep an eye on
me. I know she loves me, Sire. I wish only to warn *her*. She
would never betray anything to my father."

Angel looked at Spike's love. The boy stood before him with his
head bowed, supplicant, as he should be. Spike, however, glared
at him. Angel knew that if the bitch Xander spoke of died, Spike
would never let him rest, never let him hear the end of it. He
let out a sigh and pushed the phone towards Xander. "Here. Call
her. Tell her to get out."

"Thank you, Sire!" Xander picked up the phone and began to dial.

"Harris Organization. How may I help you?"

"Madge! Get out of the building!"

"Kiss my ass, fool."

"No! Madge! It's *me*! Xander!"

"Xander, sweetboy!" pleasure filled her voice. "What's up,
honey?"

"Bad stuff, Madge! Get your stuff and get out of the building!
Now!"

"Really? Leave your dad?"

"Yes! Leave him."

"Really? You won't feel bad or guilty if I leave him?"

"Nope! Leave his sorry ass there!"

"All right, boy. I'll get my things and get out."

"Now!"

"Yes! *Now*!" There was a pause. "Well, in a minute or two,
okay? I've things to get and do. Papers to shred, stuff like
that." Madge hung up the phone.

Xander put the phone back to rest in its cradle. "She has a few
minutes, doesn't she? Cause Madge hates to be told what to do.
She's gonna take her time, just to spite me." Xander's voice
caught on a sob and he looked to Spike for reassurance. Spike
drew him into a hug and held him close, looking at his Sire, over
the shaking Xander's shoulder.

"Well, Sire. Are you going to kill his friend?" Spike muttered,
holding Xander close. Xander's arms wrapped around Spike and
pulled him closer. Spike's eyes flashed at his Sire, demon
yellow.

"Well, hell, Sire!" Spike muttered, holding his lover close.

Angel grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know. I'm
gonna blow up the building. If she gets out in time, it's all
good, right, boy? Boy's? It's not as if I'm un*touched* by
this dramatic display, because I *am*. *Deeply* touched. But,
come on! This plan is in the works! It's rolling! We're ready
to go! I've always planed to be there for the big boom! I want
to be there to kill Harris, myself. I'm not gonna let him just
get all blown up into little itsy-bitsy pieces! I'm going to
*tear* him into little itsy-bitsy pieces!"

Xander raised his head from Spike's shoulder. He sniffed.
"Sire? I can help. Madge wouldn't have canceled my card key
access. I can still get in. If Kenny has done his job, then
everyone should be in the great-room, gearing up for the big show
down."

"Good thinking, Xander. I'm sure your little lovey-type thing
well be fine."

Xander sniffed. He pulled away from Spike and stood up.
"*Magde* is very important to me." He narrowed his eyes at
Angel. "I'd be very upset if something happened to her."

Angle laughed. "Are you threatening me, boy?"

"No. It's not a *threat*." Xander turned away and headed
towards the door.

Spike stuck his tongue out at Angel, before following Xander out
the door.

"Oh, so *what*? I should be *worried*? Is that it? You'll
*kill* me if the 'Madge-mommy-thing' dies? Is that it?" Angel
shouted at their retreating backs.

Marge walked in. "Gear up, Sire. And stop yelling into the air.
Makes you look nuttier that we all know you are. The big show
down is at hand."

"Why can't *Spike* have the balls to threaten me? No! But he
gets a *boy*friend willing to!"

Angle put on the vest Marge offered. "You coming, Marge?"

Marge grinned, pulling back her perfectly straight, perfectly red
hair behind her ears. "Hell yes, I am. That's my *boy* going
out there against that nut. I need to make sure he's safe."

Angel stopped. Marge turned to look at him. "What is it Sire?"

Angel pouted, thrusting his lower lip out. "Nothing."

Marge stopped. "What?!"

"Nothing!" Angel repeated, heading towards the door. Marge
grabbed his arm, stopping him. She finished fastening his bullet
-proof, knife-proof, kevlar vest. She stood on tip-toe and gave
him a kiss. "I'd be just as upset if something happened to *you*
my Sire. I just don't think anything *could* happened to you,
Sire. You know you're my superman."

Angel smiled down at her and bent, wrapping an arm around her
waist and hauling her up so that her lips were level with his.
He gave her a hard kiss and set her down.

Marge kneed him in the groin. Angel just grinned. "Hey, you!
Just because I love you does *not* give you right to *molest* me,
you big creep! Touch me again an I'll tell Delia you're tryin'
to put the make on me!"

Angle snickered. "Ha! What have I said? What's the policy? No
dating amongst my employees! No *wonder* she doesn't listen to
me!"

Marge pushed him out the door. "*I'm* not why she doesn't listen
to you, Sire. It's cause she can kick your ass. *That's* why she
doesn't listen to you."

"Oh. Well. That's fine, then."

"You coming, Pops?" Spike called out.

"Oh, yeah. I'm coming. Let's go get that bastard."
**********************************

Ken took in the assembled mass. "This is it, Sir? This is *all*
of them?"

Not very many, and most very young. Not exactly the group *he*
would have put together to take out a clan or five of vampires
and demons lead by one of the meanest, most powerful vampires in
the world.

"Our losses were great during our last battle with the evil that
is the Angel Organization. But these are all able and
*righteous* people! Ready and willing to *fight* against evil.
Ready to *die* for the cause. We are blessed to have them,
vampire. The evil will not expect an attack and that is to our
advantage. We are well armed with wood and holy water. Good
will triumph over evil, as it always does."

Ken smiled at the crazy man. Good wasn't always the winner, he
knew, and there was a certain cosmic balance to that. Good and
evil weren't always so easy to define. He took another look at
the group of young people. They were all going to die, he knew.
With their freshly scrubbed cheeks and their bright eyes, they
looked like they should all be going to some church sponsored
dance, or maybe out selling cookies. Instead, they were headed
to a church sponsored slaughter. All of their young, and tasty
blood going to waste. Ken shook his head. *This* wasn't his
fault. He'd just wanted money and blood whores, maybe just a
*little* power. Not this. He hadn't led these stupid kids into
this. Well, okay, *literally* he had, sure. But again, this
wasn't *his* fault. If it had been up to *him* they'd be out
procreating; making lots more of the food supply!

". . .wouldn't you say, vampire?"

Ken focused on the crazy man again. "What? Huh? I'm sorry,
Sir. What was it you said?"

"We keep to the perimeter of the room, yes? In the shadows?"

"Yes! That's right, Sir. Keep close to the walls, Sir, and no
lights of any kind. I'll lead you to the entrance. I'll have
you standing in the middle of the room, waiting for Angel's
entrance. The net is ready for him. I tested it myself. You'll
be able to kill him at your leisure. He'll have no chance for
escape."

Harris, Sr. grinned and puffed at his cheap cigar.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but you'll have to put out the cigar. The, uh,
vampires will be able to smell and see it."

Harris, Sr. dropped the cigar and crushed it beneath his size
twelve wide Payless Shoe Source loafers. He clapped Ken on the
shoulder and smiled at him. "Not a problem, my boy! I have a
victory smoke in my pocket for later. Lead the way to victory,
my vampire friend. Lead the way!"

Ken gave a sickly grin and led the way. He wasn't the least bit
sure Angel was going to let him live after this. Not that his
Sire had *said* he'd let him live, of course. Just that he
*might* let him live. Ken continued to lead the lambs to their
slaughter, holding Harris, Sr.'s hand. Maybe he could make a
break for it once the lights came on.

"You see in this hell-like darkness, vampire?" Harris, Sr.
asked.

Ken squeezed the pudgy, damp hand he held. He looked around,
taking in the innumerable vampires and demons around him. He
glanced at his Sire Angel, standing in the middle of the room
along with the prince and the prince's little human lover.
"Yeah, I can see just fine, Sir. Won't be long now. I'm about
to lead you to the net. They'll be here any minute now. You
ready, Sir?"

Ken had led the group so that they lined the perimeter of the
room.
"Break! Move arms length away from each other and hold hands!"
He barked out the order. The group of young people was quick to
follow his orders. He tightened his hold on the crazy man's hand
and led the man before his Sire. "I leave you, Harris, Sr. to
your fate." Ken pulled his hand from the crazy man's and went to
stand beside Xander.

Nets came down trapping the assembled army to the walls just as
the lights came on.

"You!" Harris, Sr. gasped, looking into the grinning face of
Angel, Master Vampire and Sire. Leader of all assembled vampires
and demons gathered here with him.

"Yes." He grinned. *Me*! Good to see you, Alex. How does it
feel knowing you're about to die? What *does* that feel like?"
Angel grinned and reached out a hand to pull Xander close to him.
"Have you met my new son-in-law? Oh, wait! He used to be your
*son*, didn't he? So you've met already."

"Xander!" Harris, Sr. made a move to run, but Angel aimed a gun
and shot him in the neck with a dart. Harris, Sr. dropped to the
floor, not moving. Angel stepped closer to the fallen man and
kicked him in the chest. "Pretty neat, this, huh? One of *my*
guys cooked it up for me. You can't *move* much, but you can
still feel pain." Angel dropped to his knees and leaned down
close to the other man's face. He gave a nasty grin. "And you'
re gonna feel *pain* Alex. You're going to feel a lot of pain."
Angel smiled at the fallen man. "Alex! You can still *talk*,
man! Let me have it! Preach to me, brother, father, pastor,
what ever it is you call yourself. I don't want you to be
*quiet*! I want to know what you *think* about all of this."

"Demon! Spawn of Satan!" The fallen man spat.

Angel bent closer, picking up Harris, Sr.'s hand and taking a
finger into his mouth. He bit down and drew it out, the first
knuckle missing. He smiled at the other man's screams and spit
out the portion of finger he had bitten off. "Darn. Did that
*hurt*? It's hard to tell what with you not trying to move.
*Tell* me if it hurts!" Angel looked up and around the room.
"Would you look at all these pretty little mortals. Did you
bring all of these children here to die, Alex? To die for *your*
cause? That was selfish of you, Alex. I'm not sure they all
need to die. Some of them could be *saved*, Alex, don't you
think? Faced with death or eternal life, which do you think they
will choose? Hum?"

"Xander! Stake this demon now! Save me and *yourself*! You're
not lost! You can be *saved*, my boy! Saved!"

Angel punched Harris, Sr. in the mouth, knocking out his front
teeth.
He tisked. "Shame on you! You may *not* speak to what is mine
with out first gaining my permission, and Xander is *mine* now.
And, Alex," Angel continued, sounding jovial. "I'm going to go
ahead and deny you permission to speak to Xander right now,
okay?" He grinned. "Maybe I'll let you speak to him later,
before I rip out your tongue. Sound good?"

Harris, Sr. gurgled, drooling blood.

"What's that, Alex? You give him up to me?" Angel reached his
hand towards the paralyzed man's mouth.

"I won't speak to him! I give him up to you!"

Angel chuckled and looked at Xander. "Just so you know boy, *I*
would never give you up so easily."

Xander smiled at Angel. "I never expected my father to fight for
me, Sire. I'm not hurt."

Angel nodded. "Good. Know that you will be *fought* for from
now on. Not that anyone would dare harm you. You will be quite
safe. Even from my Spike. He treats you wrong you just tell
Marge and she'll kick his ass, or we'll have him turned over to
Mistress Delia."

"This is hardly the time for this, Sire, and I would *never* do
anything to hurt Xander you bloody pil-"

"As you say Spike, this is hardly the time." Angel stepped over
the fallen Harris, Sr. and faced his bound and net restricted
followers. He smiled at them.

"I am not the evil demon this man has led you to believe I am. I
*am* a vampire, yes, this is true." He began, addressing the
Harris children with his soothing vampiric voice. "I *will* kill
you, if I need to. If you threaten me or mine, you *will* die.
I will drain every drop of your blood. *Feed* from it, *thrive*
on it, make it *mine*. *Or*, I can make you part of my family.
Part of my." He stopped speaking and raised his arms, indicating
the assembled group of his followers, "*Our*, organization.
Protected from the likes of this parasite you've been misled into
following. Vampires! Just like the army, we're just looking for
a few good men." He smiled, beautifully, and chuckled. "Or
women! Vampires don't discriminate! We value women just as much
as we do men! A female minion starts off just as strong as a
male minion, with an equal chance to advance!"

Xander elbowed Spike in the ribs, holding in his giggles.

"No!" Spike hissed to him. "I did *not* know Sire was going to
turn this into a recruiting ceremony!"

"So, young people, the choice is yours! Die! Or *live* for an
*eternity*! The time has come to make your choice!" Angel bent
and picked up Harris, Sr., throwing him over his shoulder and
walking towards the exit. ''The nets will come down. Those that
wish to become vampires will be made so at the door. Those that
*don't* wish to, will die at the door rather horrifically. Or
fast and cleanly when this building explodes. I suggest to those
that *don't* wish to become vampires that you remain in the
building. You piss off the 'turners' and they'll save you for
later, and I promise, you *won't* like that! Good night and good
death to you."

"Oh, how fucking dramatic can you get?!" Spike snickered, headin
g out the door, following his Sire.

"What? I thought it was pretty cool. He's got my dad, to kill
or maim as he sees fit- I *will* get to watch that won't I?-
plus, he's giving all those people a *choice*! What's so wrong
with that?!" Xander asked.

"Oh, come on, pet! If you had a chance to live for ever *or* get
blown to pieces what would *you* choose?!"

"Before I met you? I'd go for the little bitty pieces. I'd have
*hated* to have been faced with ever lasting life with out you."

Spike stopped walking and grabbed Xander, pulling him towards and
then slamming him against the wall. "Damn, you, Xander. You're
too fucking good for me!" Spike pushed Xander hard against the
wall and latched his mouth to the mortals. He thrust his tongue
into Xander's, bringing his hands down to cup Xander's ass and
pulling him close to his straining erection. Spike's mind was
clouded with lust but he could tell Xander was fighting him.
Spike pulled back in confusion. "What is it, pet? Am I hurting
you? I didn't mean too."

"Isn't this building going to blow up any minute now? Not that I
'm not willing to die for you, Spike. I would just rather put if
off, if I can."

Spike laughed, taking his hand and leading Xander out of the
doomed building. "Oh, shit! See what you do to me, pet?" He
pulled Xander towards the waiting cars.

Xander tightened his grip on Spike's hand and grinned. "I *like*
what I do to you!"

Spike tugged him closer, throwing an arm across his shoulders.
"'Course you do, but you wouldn't have liked it if I had fucked
you against the wall and it exploded."

Xander took a moment to think about that. "Okay. Maybe not the
whole wall exploding part, but the rest? Oh, sure, I'd have
liked it just fine!"

"I've *told* you that you're not an all together there human,
haven't I, Xander?" Spike asked, leading Xander into one of the
waiting cars.

"Yeah. You've said something along those lines."

Spike gave a laugh, buckling Xander in. "Come on. We can meet
up with the rest of the guys at the club. We'll mingle for a
bit; see who didn't die and then I'll take you home and fuck your
brains out."

"I like the fuck my brains out part. Do we have to mingle?"

"Yes! My-*our*-Sire expects it."

"Won't Sire be busy torturing my dad?"

"You'd think so, wouldn't you? But no." Spike glanced at his
watch. "Your dad will be all tied up in the torture room,
waiting. *Waiting* for torture is one of Sire's favorite
tortures. He might keep your dad there for a week or two, never
even going down to look at him."

Xander nodded his head, not particularly caring about any torture
that might befall his father. "Yes. I can see how that would
work. We *should* go out and party!"

"Glad you think so, cause we're almost there, pet."
**************************************

Marge was standing outside the club, waiting. She gave a smile
when she spotted the pair and rushed forward. She gave them both
a hug, wrapping her arms around the pair and pulling them close.
"I was worried! What took you so long? Never mind! I don't
want to hear it!" She smiled and pulled them towards the club.
"Come on! There's a big screen TV all set up, so we can watch
the news coverage of the tragic, unexplained, and devastating
explosion that is about to occur."

Spike and Xander snickered.

"So, who's all here, Marge?" Spike asked.

"Don't really know. I've been waiting for you guys. Sire is in
there, of course. A few have come in with newbe minions that
shouldn't even be *awake* yet, let alone out clubbing! What's
that all about?"

Spike laughed. "Sire offered the ole 'vampire or death' thing to
the Harris Organization people. Most of them chose the vampire
way, I guess. Are there lots inside?"

"Yep. It's lousy with fledges! Come on though. We'll put in an
appearance and then head on over to Silk's and party the night
away. Just the three of us." Marge turned and headed towards
the club entrance. Spike grabbed her arm, stopping her. He
turned her to face him.

"You don't have to play mommy, Marge. Really. Xander and I will
be fine if you want to stay and play with the newbe's." Spike
told her.

Marge grinned. "You know I don't 'play' mommy, Spike, or at
least I *hope* you know. I *feel* Mommy, so shut up and take it
like the vampire I taught you to be!"

"Yes, ma'am, ma'am, Sir!"

Xander's eyes strayed to a woman making her way into the club.
"Did you *see* her? She looked like Madge!"

"Who?" Marge asked.

"Madge! *My* mommy!" He grinned. "Actually, she looks *just*
like you! I swear you two could be twins!"

"Magde, you say?" Marge asked.

"Yep." Xander nodded, excited. He grabbed Spike's and Marge's
hands and began to pull them into the club. "Come on!"

The club was dim and smoky inside, but there was enough light for
Xander to spy the familiar red head at the bar. She was gorgeous
and already surrounded by men and women. "That's my Madge!"
Xander let go of the others hands and rushed to the bar. He
pushed his way past the mass of admirers and grabbed the shapely
red head.

"Madge! Love!"

Madge broke her normal stoic expression and grinned widely,
wrapping her arms around Xander as he picked her from her seat
and swung her around. "I was so worried about you! I'm so glad
you made it out! *What* are you doing here?"

"But are you happy to see me, Xan?" Madge asked, laughing, once
he had placed her on her feet again. "Why'd I know I'd find you
at a haven for vampires and demons, my Xander?" She smiled again
and reached up to cup Xander's cheek. "You're okay?"

"Yes! I'm *fine*! I'm wonderful! I want you to meet Spike!"
Xander turned to look for Spike. He raised an arm and called out
to the platinum vampire. "Come here! Spike!" He turned back to
Madge and hugged her again.

"Tell me this is Madge, pet. Otherwise I'm going to have to
*kill* her and *beat* you."

Xander laughed. "This is *Madge*! Madge, meet Spike. Spike,
meet Madge."

Spike held out his hand. "Madge. Pleasure to meet you. Happy m
y Sire didn't blow you up."

Madge took his hand. "Spike. The pleasure is mine. Happy I
didn't get blown up by your Sire." Her eyes narrowed as she
spied the person approaching them. She raised an eyebrow. "My,
my, Xander. The people you meet when you run away."

Spike and Xander turned to watch Marge walk towards them.

"You're right Xander. They do look like twins. Madge, may I
introduce-"

"No need for introductions. We've meet. Marge."

"Madge. How have you been?"

"Fine. And you?"

"Good. Have you been in the city long?"

"A few years. Thirty or so. You?"

"About the same. Heard anything from the family?"

"No. Nothing. I haven't been trying to hear anything though.
You?"

"No. The same as you, though. Not trying to."

Xander smiled. "So you two *do* know each other? Cause you look
like clones!"

Madge smiled at him. "Not clones, Xander, love. Twins. We're
twins."

"Yes. Twins." Marge said. She smiled. "What say I buy us all
a drink. Madge? Up for talking about old times?"

Spike and Xander stood nonplused, watching the apparently long
lost twins great each other without emotion.

Madge smiled. "No. I don't wan't to talk about old times,
Marge." She smiled, looking at Spike and Xander before looking
at her sister again. "Let's talk about *new* times."

"Yes!" Spike cleared four bar stools, knocking drunken vampires
to the floor, and sat the other three down. "Bar keep! Give us
a bottle of Jack!" He poured drinks all around. He glanced
across the room, spying his Sire in animated conversation. He
turned to Madge. "So? You looking for work? I know of an
organization willing to hire you." He grinned and downed his
drink. "Xan and me can put in a good word with the boss."

Marge downed her drink. "Oh, honey! Don't listen to this yahoo!
You want in? *I* can get you in!" She held out her glass for
another shot and then raised it to her sister for a toast. "New
times?"

Madge grinned and toasted her sister. She turned her glass to
the two lovers. "To new times!"

They clicked glasses, drinking and smiling at each other. New
and better times awaited them all.

END!!!!!!!!