Cemetery Hunt 
by Mihreia

Xander grinned at his two stunned lovers, wondering why they were 
standing there silent and with their mouths open. 

{What? You don't think a mere mortal can track down a two-bit 
vampire? We'll see about that.}

The young man laughed at the absurd idea. He wasn't about to do under 
for his two vampiric lovers. Nope. No can do. They were already 
stronger than him and meaner than him. A guy had to put down his 
weight on some things. And he was reasonably sure he was better at 
tracking than they were. Hyena and soldier memories had to count for 
something, right?

"Race ya!" And he exited the alley at a swift pace, not bothering to 
wait for the others. Hey, vampires were faster than humans anyway. No 
reason not to get a head start. Besides, he felt like playing. Xander 
turned his concentration to the intricate puzzle at hand.

{Okay, where would a vampire go? Think like the prey, Xander. He's 
injured and defeated. Definitely not in the mood for searching out a 
new snack all alone, so he's either homebound or looking for 
reinforcements.} 

Xander searched the street with his eyes, looking for clues. Hey. You 
never know. Maybe the missing vampire was still around. But the 
street turned out to be empty.

{Huh. Okay then. No warehouses in this part of town. Underground 
maybe? Good for the old guys, not for a street-punk group like that. 
Not to mention the nearest cemetery was way close.} It was a pretty 
good guess that they'd have a crypt somewhere. Xander set out towards 
Parkside Cemetery. 

He could hear footsteps behind him as the two vampires finally caught 
up to him. The mortal closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. A smile 
spread across his face as the scents hit him. Hmm, old leather, 
smokes, hair-gel. Spike. A second later followed by new leather, 
lingering ozone and the smell of blood. His brother. 

{Join in, guys, hunting in a pack is so much more fun than alone.}

Xander's cock throbbed in his pants. The combination of scents made 
his blood boil in his veins. At that particular moment the evidence 
that the younger vampire had obviously killed someone was only added 
flavour. 

{Oh yeah. Blood on the wind. The scent of the wild. I can see really 
relate to Oz right now.} 

It hadn't been a coincidence that he had always tried to sleep his 
way through his turns at wolf-sitting. Besides the obvious fact that 
he was missing out on shut-eye, anyway. Xander really hated seeing 
the wolf caged. It wasn't right keeping a wild animal locked up. Hey, 
he sure as hell hadn't liked his own stint in the resident lock-up, 
so why would Oz?

"Why this direction, pet?" Spike's voice penetrated his musings. 
Xander opened his eyes and stared right into those penetrating blue 
eyes that clearly wanted to strip him bare of all secrets. Well, that 
or clothes. 

"Cemetery. Courtesy of ye ole vampire cliché." He gently taunted the 
older vampire with a smile on his face. 

"Oi! I'll have you know I slept in some great crypts in my day." The 
blonde retorted arrogantly, matching his step to Xander's, but 
apparently satisfied at letting his mortal lover lead the way. Spike 
was probably just indulging him, but the thought was appreciated 
nonetheless.

The mortal just smiled and entered the cemetery, his mates following 
right behind him. Which suited him just fine. The vampires had 
already had their fun kicking the shit out of those minions. Now it 
was his turn.

Xander stopped just inside the gate, crouching down smoothly. One 
tentative finger touched a little drop of red on a grave plate. 

{Ooh. Wounded prey. Always a good.} Xander unconsciously licked the 
blood off his finger. He startled at the sound of a groan to his 
right and swivelled his head in that direction. His double was 
staring at him with big dilated eyes. 

"What?" Why was his twin staring at him like he hadn't eaten in days, 
and Xander was a great big chocolate cake? Or more like he wanted to 
bent his warmer counterpart over the nearest headstone and fuck him 
hard. 

Xander scowled at him. Too bad for you, buddy. No sex until after 
dinner. And if anybody does the fucking around here it will be me. He 
straightened up, and determinedly went on with his business.

Behind him he could hear the two vampires talking to eachother, but 
he tuned their voices out and concentrated on his surroundings. The 
vampire couldn't be far. An owl called out, answered by a different 
bird. Crickets were everywhere. Funny how a place of death could hold 
so much life. 

Except for that one corner, where no sound was coming from at all. 
Xander turned back to his hunting pack and grinned at them. 

"He's over there." He pointed. "Spike, you go around to the back, 
while me and my twin here go in the front way. We wouldn't want him 
to run out on us again, now would we?" 

The blonde lifted an eyebrow at his commanding tone, but did what he 
asked. Not without the accompanying insolent smirk or the defiant 
sauntering step, of course. But that was Spike, and Xander wouldn't 
want to change him even if he had the chance.

The other vampire turned to his double and frowned. "I know he's 
there, 'cause he smells like blood. But how did you know? You're not 
a vampire." He seemed really interested in the answer for some reason.

Xander smiled, and decided to play with his head a bit. "Crickets." 

"Crickets?" The other Xander repeated incredulously.

"Yep." The mortal grinned wider as he heard his brother grumble 
painful threats behind him, while he moved towards the silent spot. 

{Oh yeah. He shoots! He scores! One point for Xander, zip for the 
vampire version. And also: Ouch! Vampire Xander? Not a guy light on 
the dealing out of pain.} 

Although not all of his threats sounded all that bad. Some were just 
kinky enough to try them out some day. Xander suddenly wondered what 
kind of sex life his and Willow's counterpart had, before his double 
got misplaced to here. If Willow was the closet dominatrix of the two 
of them, what did that say about him? 

Xander's arousal really didn't diminish any with that disturbing yet 
erotic thought. Maybe not the best thing to think about with the 
living incarnation of his vices standing right beside him. Some of 
his thoughts might slip out and embarrass him. 

{'Cause it really won't be the evil dead guy that gets embarrassed 
here.} 

The mortal boy decided not to continue with that line of thought. It 
was just too weird. And possibly icky. With some effort he returned 
his attention to the matter at hand. 

{Right. Lack of crickets, check. One vampiric double, check. One 
wounded prey right up ahead, check.} 

The unfortunate vampire designated as tonight's prey was easier to 
find than Xander had thought. It was a bit disappointing, even. The 
vampire really did go the way of the cliché, spending his daytime in 
a crypt. 

{And lacking any strategic sense, whatsoever. One doorway, one side 
almost against the cemetery wall. Guess it's easier for us, but it's 
no fun. Stupid vampire.} He pouted a bit. Then he shrugged and 
entered the crypt. 

Running Vamp was sitting on top of a tomb, with his shirt off. He was 
clearly trying to stitch himself up. Nice effort. Too bad it was a 
waste of time. The vampire looked up and froze when he saw them.

Xander turned to his double with a sweet smile. 

"Well, do you want him, or shall I?"