Sunnydale Night 
by Mihreia

Xander walked alongside his two lovers, and studied this new version 
of his old town. It was so much like the Sunnydale from before he was 
turned that it made him slightly disoriented. If it weren't for his 
night vision and his extended senses he would have thought he was 
still a mortal boy ignorant of everything that goes bump in the night.

{Yep. It's good ole Sunnydale where spooky things only come out at 
night, and a goody good person can still walk through the darkness 
and have half a chance of coming home alive.}

But he did have his supernatural oddities, and he used them to great 
extent as he explored the strangely empty night. Spike and Xanny were 
happily bantering back and forth, obviously used to what the mortal 
called 'patrolling' together. They were mostly telling stories of 
life on the Hellmouth, while Xander listened to them in amusement.

Some of those tales were outrageous, while others made Xander glad 
that he had been turned before he ran into them. Of course, if he had 
met them after he was turned he would have made a whole lot of 
interesting friends. He grinned at the thought. Through Xanny's tales 
Xander learnt that the mortal version of him had been fighting 
alongside the slayer for four years now. Nice work on the part of the 
slayer: let others do her job for her. 

His version of the little blonde was pretty much a loner. Of course, 
that didn't mean those damn white hats didn't keep following her 
around without her permission and mucking up perfectly good ambushes. 
Which was another thing that was different here.

{Yay! No mobilised desperate group of hunters attacking me. Nope, not 
me. 'Cause I'm shacked up with a slayer groupie. Reaping the benefits 
is always a good. Not to mention I've got two groupies for the price 
of one! One gorgeous master vamp who's not afraid of a little fun, 
and one yummy innocent mortal with a bite. Ah, unlife is good.}

And now he finally knew why this Xander had more bite than he did 
when he was a mortal. Fighting evil everywhere was probably a way to 
get brave faster. Or at least, to not stand frozen in fear on the 
path of approaching evil. And the resulting muscle definition was 
also a happy. 

He looked at the chest in question and sighed as he compared it with 
his own. {Yep. I should have stayed mortal just a little bit longer. 
A year or two maybe. Oh well.}

Spike lifted an eyebrow at him, and Xander shrugged back with a self-
effacing grin. He should be familiar with that one. Xanny smiled that 
way often enough. Low self-esteem was so not a problem anymore for 
the dark-haired vampire. Unlike his mortal twin. And weird how that 
lack of confidence in himself was at the same time irritating and 
cute to his vampire double.

Suddenly Xander noticed a dark shadow moving on the opposite side of 
the street, quickly followed by another some ways behind them. He 
intentionally kept his casual walk, and warned the others. 

"Saw them, mate. There's at least four of 'em." Spike replied.

Xander lifted his eyebrows in surprise. Despite Spike's apparent lack 
of interest in his surroundings, the blonde had still managed to 
catch them before he did. And neither he nor Xanny had let up with 
their talking.

{Ouch. I guess I'm out of habit in being stealthy. There's no need to 
be, when you're living in Demon Central, now is there?} He chastised 
himself, chagrined.

Spike turned into a dark alley, obviously trying to draw the other 
vampires out. Xander frowned. He had always wondered why it was so 
difficult for vampires to sense eachother. Yeah, there was the smell, 
and the lack of a heartbeat, but for some reason minions never 
noticed those details, unlike stronger vampires. 

{Oh yeah. Blind as a bat, the lot of 'em. They could learn something 
from the slayer there. She doesn't seem to have problems finding them 
and she doesn't even have enhanced senses. Except for that pesky 
slayer sense.} 

It was the main reason that vampires on the hunt were almost always 
in game face. That prevented embarrassing mistakes like one vampire 
biting another in a non-sex way. On the whole, only important and 
famous vampires hunted in human face, which always included masters 
and childer, and only rarely a well-known minion. 

But that bit of weirdness made hunting minions a lot easier, of 
course. And it didn't hurt that there actually was one real human in 
their little hunting party, either.

Right on cue, six minions stepped out of the shadows, three on either 
side of the alley, blocking off the escape routes. Xander just smiled.

"Try not to get killed, pet." Spike said in an aside to the only 
mortal in the alley. 

And then the minions attacked. Spike pulled the first one towards him 
by an arm and slammed him into the wall behind him. 

"What? No witty yet cliché remarks? No death threats with a smirk?" 
He punched another one in the nose, blood spraying 
everywhere. "What's the new generation coming to these days?"

Xander kicked one vampire back, stepped aside to avoid the next and 
smoothly staked him on the way past. "Hey, old guy! Do you want to 
stop insulting me, or do I have to come over there and beat the words 
out of you?" He blinked in confusion, while again kicking the stupid 
vampire from before back against the same spot on the wall. 

{Something in that sentence wasn't right.}

The blonde kicked one minion hard against his shin and broke the 
bone, then elbowed the looming hulk behind him. A yowl sounded 
through the night. 

"Right mate. As if you could win." 

Xander staked another vampire and found himself with no opponent, so 
he turned around to help his mortal twin. His eyebrows lifted in 
surprise. Xanny was holding his own. He was definitely not as strong 
as his opponent, but he had a habit of ducking under blows that made 
the other guy frustrated enough to lose sight of what he was doing. 

A quick glance at Spike revealed one minion lying face down against a 
wall, one limping and trying to get behind the blond menace, and the 
biggest guy was still putting up a decent fight. The dark-haired 
vampire frowned. He was pretty sure Spike was just playing with them, 
because he hadn't even pulled a stake yet. He had some though, 
courtesy of Xanny's stockpile in the drawer under his bed. 

"Hey, Leather Boy! Could you give me a hand here?" 

Speaking of Xanny. The mortal was still holding his own, but he was 
obviously tiring. 
One of the minion's punches barely missed smashing his head in.

"Sure, Breath Boy." The young vampire countered just as swiftly, 
before he sneaked up behind his double's opponent, and staked him. 
Xanny sagged in relief, before turning to watch Spike fight. 

The blonde was still enjoying himself with beating the crap out of 
the minions. He was a sight to behold. Quick and agile, alternating 
the smooth moves of some oriental fighting style with lightning 
strike hard punches and kicks clearly learnt on the street. Both 
Xanders were practically drooling at the sight. Especially when Big 
Vamp ripped a part of Spike's T-shirt. 

The blonde looked down in shock. "Oi! That was my best shirt!" Then 
he rippled into game face, finally pulled that stake out of his 
duster, and advanced on the vampire in a fury. The poor guy didn't 
stand a chance. Xander grinned. It was in one word fantastic! 

Poof, instant dust. Spike turned around, went back to the vampire 
with the broken leg and dusted him too with hardly any trouble. Then 
he moved towards the wall. And stopped.

"Where'd the wanker go?" 

All three men searched the alley with their eyes, but there was no 
sign of minion number six. 

Xander scowled in anger. "Well. This sucks." He pouted at Spike. "Now 
I don't have any closure." He said in a pathetic whiney voice. The 
blonde sauntered towards him.

"I know something for that." He smirked at the younger vampire, 
before kissing him, still in game face.

A strong tongue pushed into his mouth, streaking across his human 
teeth and making him shiver. Xander leaned into the feeling. He 
whimpered when the tongue disappeared, then moaned as it came back 
with warm fluid dribbling across his own tongue. 

{Strong. Spike's blood tastes strong. Not sire's blood, never that, 
but of the same line all the same. How? Don't know him. No Spike in 
my Sunnydale. Ask later. Enjoy now.}

Xander feasted on what little blood he tasted. Sharing blood between 
vampires was rare. It only happened during sex, dominance issues, and 
some rituals. Blood being given from a strong vampire to a weaker one 
was even more rare, to be savoured as long as he could. 

Finally Spike pulled away, red staining his lips still. 

"Hey, don't I get a kiss?" A whiney pathetic voice sounded to their 
right.

Both vampires looked at the third man. Xander looked at his double 
with fascination, as the mortal pulled the exact same ploy he just 
did. Pouty lip, big tearful eyes, though there was an amused twinkle 
hidden there, and head cocked just so. He looked like an adorable 
little innocent six-year-old. 

{Huh. I never knew it looked like that.} Though he wondered if he 
could pull off the innocent look so well. But hey, it made him want 
to kiss the mortal silly, never mind Spike. 

It was therefore no surprise that Spike pulled Xanny a bit roughly 
towards him and kissed him too. The mortal surrendered easier than 
Xander had done, the vampire knew that much. There was this low moan 
coming from Xanny's direction and his eyelids fluttered closed. 

Finally Spike stepped back with a last final touching of mouth 
against mouth. Xanny's tongue came out to lick away the small red 
drops on his lips, still with his eyes closed. Both vampires groaned 
in unison, then chuckled as they glanced at eachother. 

{Oh yeah. Instant hard-on there.}

Then Xanny opened his eyes, and Xander's mouth fell open in shock. 
What should have been brown, almost black eyes, now sported a bright 
green colour. Xander looked at Spike for information, but judging by 
the gaping mouth and the big golden eyes, the older vampire didn't 
know anything about whatever was wrong with the mortal boy either.

The young vampire looked back just in time to see a slow evil grin 
spread over the mortal's face, as those green eyes stared straight at 
him.

"Let's go hunt us down some closure, then."