The moon rose clear and bright over the intimidating mansion on Crawford
Street. With it rose the three occupants of the house. In the master
bedroom, Papa bear was already awake.
Angelus lay brooding-- soft growl-- Umm not brooding... thinking. Yes,
thinking. He was with his family again, yet something wasn't quite right.
He just couldn't figure out what. Hence the bro-- thinking.
A little ways down the hall slept Mama bear. The dark-eyed vampiress woke
slowly. Reluctant to leave the blood soaked visions of her day time
dreams. She stretched languidly.
Humming softly to herself, she climbed from the canopied bed. Feeling
somewhat peckish she headed for the kitchen.
In a room furthest from the others, Baby bear slept on. He was in no great
rush to greet the night. You couldn't really blame him though. He'd had a
rough few months.
Seeing as how his grandsire had returned, and promptly taken over while he
was stuck in a wheel chair.
He was resentful and somewhat disappointed. On one hand he craved his
sire's attention on the other he was a Master vampire with right's of his
own. Still he wasn't one to dwell on what couldn't be changed.
When sleep finally decided to release him, he woke instantly. Leaping from
the bed in one lean bundle of nerves.
Before long all three vampires had gathered in the kitchen. Drusilla's
delicate nose wrinkled, staring at the wane young man chained to the
floor.
"Don't wanna eat him, Daddy. 'Es all blaah," she pouted, poking at the
listless teen.
"'E is rather gone, Old man," sneered the blonde prying at his nails with
the switch blade he'd pulled from his boot.
Angelus suppressed a growl, ignoring his ungrateful childer. Things were
different now. They were often surly, restless. Something was missing
from their little group. Angelus glanced over at Spike and Drusilla. Or
maybe it was someone.
But there were plans to be made. Slayers to kill and worlds to conquer.
Any number of things he should be doing. Key word being should. However,
he too was restless.
"Fine don't eat him," snapped the brooding-- growl-- umm preoccupied
vampire. "We'll hunt then."
Spike eyed his sire, making sure he was a safe distance away, before
speaking.
"You sure you want to do that, mate. Seeing as 'ow it might upset the
slayer," he said mockingly. "And we all know 'ow you 'ate to do that."
This time the older vampire does growl. He is tired of his childe's
attitude, and lack of submissiveness. Drusilla might have turned William,
but he'd taught, raised, and created Spike. And he would not tolerate
insolence.
Drusilla glided between the two. In one swaying step aborting Angelus move
towards Spike, and distracting her sire.
"Time enough to punish later. Hungry now," purred the brunette woman.
Angelus shot the blonde vampire a glare filled with the promise of a world
of pain, later. Taking Drusilla's arm he turned to leave, calling over his
shoulder.
"Come, boy."
Spike snarled but had no choice but to follow.
Meanwhile down in the village of Sunnyhell... (cough) [Oh, all right]
Sunnydale several of the villagers were gathered. Discussing what should
be done about the three vampires terrorizing the town.
Watching a petite blonde pace was Rupert Giles, village wiseman. And in
Sunnyhell that isn't saying a lot.... (glare) [sorry]
The young woman pacing was the slayer. Town defender. The one girl in
blah, blah, blah...
And as she wasn't the brightest of individual's, she waited for others to
figure out what to do. Pacing until they did.
She'd been distraught since her lover had lost his soul. Giles feverently
hoped she wouldn't lose focus. [snort]
Which was a lost cause... (glare) [sigh]
Or do something drastic to regain her love. Growing dizzy he looked away
gaze landing on Willow, village wicca. Not a very good one...(gl--) [OK]
The red-head was currently surfing the net---- pause for obligatory
cursing of the infernal machine--- in hopes of finding a cure for the
un-cursed vampire.
Dragging his eyes from the stunning figure, his gaze fell on our
heroine.... Oops my bad.... our hero, Puppy eyes.
Or as the unimaginative called him Xander.
Giles sighed watching him argue with his girl-friend. Denial was an
ugly thing. Tired of the bickering he decided it was time to bring
some sort of focus to the meeting.
"Xander. Cordelia. Stop. We have a very serious situation here. Angel
has reverted to Angelus, joining forces with his childer Drusilla and
Spike," he said polishing his glasses ---- in the obligatory glass
(we got it)
"See I always thought it was the gruesome twosome. Geez those
vampires always with the overkill," said Xander unwrapping a
chocolate bar.
"We don't have time for your idiocy," barked the slayer, who was
looking decidedly testy, as she finally quit pacing.
"Maybe Will can recurse him," she said hopefully. Turning large
pleading eyes on the red-head. Who shook her head regretfully.
Willow stood moving to her best-friend's side. "Don't worry Buffy.
We'll get Angel back," she said patting her gently.
"Excuse me," said Xander waving his hand. "But I've said it before
and I'll say it again. Why the *hell* would we want him back. He's a
vampire. Stake him."
The girls gasped drawing back in disbelief at the blatant
insensitivity shown by his callous remarks. Yet truthful... (shh!)
The barrage of shrill voices made the young man flinch. He quickly
began uttering various apologies, and soothing ruffled feathers.
He'd forgotten for a moment; he wasn't allowed to speak his mind.
That his opinions, while insightful and often on point, weren't
wanted. That he was ignored until... (cough) Sorry got a bit caught
up...
"Listen," began Giles. "We're not going to solve this tonight. So,
Buffy why don't you take everyone home then patrol."
Buffy nodded as the others gathered their things.
"Night, Giles."
"Later, G-man."
"I have asked you not to call me that." Was the.... (enough)
**********
Xander glanced up as they neared his house. He refused to think of it
as home.
"Buffy why don't I help you patrol," he said quickly not wanting to
return to the drunken hell that was his life.
"What for? It's not like your any help," she said looking at him
incredulously. Buffy shrugged.
"Whatever. I could use a good laugh," she snorted walking away.
Xander tried not to cringe, plastering on the trademark shit-eating
grin. Used to the constant abuse. Allowing the insults from his so
called friends roll off his back. The only respite from the pit of
black despair that was his home life.
**********
Spike growled as the sounds of fighting reached his ears. Eyes
darting to his sire and away. Certain the poof was going to want to
taunt the slayer.
Which he thought was purely idiotic. Slayers were not to be toyed
with. You either killed them or they killed you. But apparently his
sire hadn't got that memo.
The blonde vampire began a slow count down as they moved deeper into
the cemetery. 5...4...3...2... And sure enough Angelus was heading
toward the commotion.
**********
A half-dozen vampires had the slayer and Puppy eyes surrounded. Buffy
tossed one into a crypt, grunting as another grabbed her. With a
quick twist he flew over her shoulder, meeting the business end of
her stake.
Xander stumbled away from the two stalking him, looking for anything
he could use to his advantage. Backing up he froze in front of a
headstone, stake held high.
The vampire in gameface grinned at his stupidity and charged. Xander
ducked, smirking as the vampire howled in pain. It twisted futilely
on the cross embedded in its chest.
Scrambling up he staked it before it could break free. It's partner
roared; enraged. Xander swallowed heavily then took off.
Zigzagging through the graves with surprising agility. Hearing the
footsteps closing in he rushed for the woods. Sensing the hands
reaching for him, he changed tactics.
Throwing himself onto the ground. The vampire followed him down. He
rolled onto his back; stake up.
**********
Spike grinned watching the young man dust the vamps. The vampire knew
he should be upset about a mere human killing his kind. But he
couldn't care less.
They were idiot fledglings. Besides he couldn't be upset with the
boy. Though he didn't know why.
It couldn't just be the self-deprecating grin or the long limbs.
Accented by an unconscious sensual grace. Or the thick ebony lashes
that brushed the very top of his cheeks.
Definitely wasn't soulful brown eyes that reminded him of a puppy
that'd been kicked one too many times, but still begged for a caress.
Or.. (enough already)
Nope it couldn't be any of those things. But if it wasn't why was he
still staring at the boy.
Despite what the blonde vampire believed Angelus hadn't headed
towards the fight because of the slayer. No he craved something far
better.
His eyes darted between his childe and the boy. The older vampire had
smelled Spike's arousal immediately after they'd started watching the
battle.
Head tilting Angelus considered the sight before him. Xander really
was a thing of beauty. Those pouting lips combined with his sarcastic
comments had kept Angel up many a night.
Torn between punching or kissing them. Watching him now, he was
definitely opting for kissing. As was Spike it seemed.
Maybe he was, what was missing.
Seeing the boy trick the vampires, he fought the urge to clap. Unlike
the slayer the boy was cunning, intelligent. He didn't... couldn't
rely on brute strength to kill.
Eyes traveling over the blonde vampire's evident arousal, Angelus
smirked. Nodding decisively. The boy would be theirs. Now, how to go
about it.
Drusilla eyed her two men, then the kitten they both wanted. It was a
pretty thing. All dark eyes and sweet heart. Yes... he'd make a
wonderful baby brother.
But how to help Daddy without torturing kitten? Drusilla's mind began
to whirl around that single thought.
Ignoring both of the older vampires, Spike focused on Xander.
Out of breath and sore, Xander threw himself at the last remaining vamp as
it snuck up on Buffy. Momentum kept him moving as the vampire exploded
into ashes.
Unable to stop he landed hard, knocking Buffy on her ass.
"You klutz," shrieked the blonde girl, staring at the rip in her new
blouse. "Could you be a bigger loser."
Xander paled; head dropping as she continued to berate him.
**********
Spike hissed lunging forward. Ungrateful bitch he thought. Insults him
after he saves her. He'd kill her himself.
Snarling down at the hand stopping him, he turned on his sire. Intending
to tell him he'd better keep his bitch on a leash or he was gonna gut her.
He paused seeing the same rage reflected in Angelus' eyes.
"Not now, Wil. We'll make her pay for hurting him. But now is not the
time."
Spike nodded appeased for the moment. The three vampires followed the
dejected young man home.
**********
Angelus lay head pillowed on his arm, the other curled around his childe,
teasing the strands at the nape of his neck.
Plotting to bring Xander into the fold had forced the two into close
quarters. Pretty soon mutual goals rekindled old emotions; wasn't long
before they'd fallen back on old habits.
"Do you think it'll work," asked the blonde anxiously. Spike lifted his
head to stare at his grandsire, looking for assurance.
Angelus smirked arrogantly. "My boy. Humans are sheep. If you lead they'll
follow," he answered rolling to pin the younger vampire to the bed.
"Xander's not a sheep," hissed Spike. Angelus nipped at the defiant thrust
of chin.
"No. But he's young, vulnerable. You see how his *friends* abuse him," he
said pausing to look up at him.
"If he's shown real love and affection as opposed to how his friends treat
him. Which do you think he'll chose?" He asked returning to the pale
length of throat.
Spike grinned tilting his head, offering his throat eagerly. "Us, Sire.
He'll chose us."
Angelus nodded in approval.
"Dru's begun her part. You'll start yours tomorrow. And before you know
it.... Xander will be *ours*," he said bending to catch his lips in a
bruising kiss.
Spike moaned, feeling the hard cock nudging at his hole. Yanking him onto
his knees, Angelus slammed inside.
Spike howled as Angelus plunged into him repeatedly. He bucked back, just
as the brunette thrust forward.
Mewling as the older vampire hit *that* spot on every thrust. Wrapping his
arms around the lean waist, he held Spike still as he slowed his thrust.
Sliding out at a slow nerve-wracking pace, before gliding back in just as
slowly. Spike cursed, writhing trying to deepen the thrusts. Angelus
laughed; teasing him for a moment longer.
"Please... fuck me... hard... yours... Sire..."
Growling; Angelus rammed into the lean body under him. Grasping the
younger vampire's leaking cock. He stroked the length of flesh in time
with his thrusts into Spike's writhing body.
Angelus howled as the blonde ass clenched, muscles squeezing his engorged
cock. He came, his entire body snapped taunt, tugging hard on Spike's
cock.
The younger vampire sobbed. Spilling his seed onto Angelus' hand, and
staining the sheets.
The older vampire grunted as his cock gave one last spurt as he withdrew,
his seed spilling down Spike's thighs. Purring, they collapsed onto the
bed.
**********
"Look, Xander. It was fun but your a loser," said Cordelia leaning against
her locker. "You didn't really think I'd go public with this thing.
Really!"
Xander stumbled down the empty streets lost in his pain. Cordelia's voice
ringing in his head. The Queen Bitch's [pause] (agreed) [smirk] rejection
tearing at his heart.
But not nearly as painful as his friends indifference. More like blatant
cruelty....
"Well, duh. Xander," said Buffy filing her nails. "Your uncool. How long
did you think it was gonna last?" She snorted at his cluelessness.
"Its no more than you deserve," hissed Willow. "I mean... Cordelia. I
knew it all along. You couldn't keep her."
Oz made as if to speak, but sundown hit and he wolfed. But his eyes spoke
volumes of sympathy.
Xander fought back tears. Their attitudes were nothing new. He shouldn't
let it bother him. But it did. Especially Giles. His was the worst.
"Good God, boy. Your gay," he snapped. "Go diddle some guy and quit making
such a fuss."
Was he? He wondered. Was that why his parents didn't love him? Why his
friends treated him like shit?
So caught up in his despair he never noticed the vampires trailing him.
Not until it was too late. Now innit that just the way...(glare)
Xander didn't even struggle. Maybe it was fate. No one wanted him. No one
would miss him. He'd be doing everyone a favor. He closed his eyes as he
was grabbed.
Only to snap them open as he fell on his ass. Dust swirled around him as
he glanced up at his savior.
He stared dazed into the crystal blue eyes, that had haunted him since
he'd first been offered to the vampire.
He waited for the demon to strike. And waited... waited...
When Spike made no move to attack he cautiously began to climb to his
feet. Gaze never wavering from the blonde's.
The vampire finally moved and Xander froze as he extended his hand. An
eternity passed in two heartbeats, then Xander grasped it. Allowing him to
help him up.
Spike eyed him carefully.
"You all right, pet?"
The question surprised him so much he answered honestly without thinking.
"Thanks to you. Even if it might have been better to let them have me," he
said sadly.
"Awww... Now, pet. It can't be that bad," he said moving to stand beside
him. Xander ignored the voice that screamed 'what in the hell are you
thinking.' [yay]
Instead he poured out his heart to the blue-eyed demon. Before he knew it
he'd spilled his whole life's story. Surprised to find the vampire a
willing and sympathetic ear.
"Well pet. I'd love to tell you my opinion but dawn's coming," he said.
Startled Xander glanced up to see the vampire was right. Shocked that
they'd not only reached his house but had spent the night talking.
He really didn't want Spike to go but was too nervous to ask him to stay.
"Night, pet." Spike grinned turning to leave. Xander paused on the porch
steps, watching him walk away.
"Spike," he called hesitantly.
The vampire stopped looking back over his shoulder.
"Maybe we could talk tonight," he said nervously.
The blonde nodded once.
"Can do, pet."
********
Xander pinned the vampire to the floor. His face set.
"You have to pay, " he said panting harshly. "For your numerous crimes...
the sentence is death...."
Xander lunged. Spike cursed.
"By tickling," laughed Xander, hands hitting all his sensitive points. The
vampire squirmed beneath the assault. Gasping for air he didn't need.
Spike finally wiggled his way out from under the heavier body. Xander
backed away from the mischievous look. He yelped as he was tackled.
"What the fuck is going on up there, Alexander?" yelled his father.
They both froze. Xander in fear as Spike's eyes flashed yellow.
"You gotta go," he whispered pulling him to the window.
"Pet," hissed Spike.
"No, " Xander said firmly.
"Tomorrow?" he asked casually but unable to hide the worry in his eyes.
"Tomorrow," said the vampire climbing out the window.
**********
"He's probably gonna kill me first," said Xander looking away from his
history book. Spike rolled his eyes
It was an improvement. At least he'd quit flinching at the mention of his
sire's name.
"Your the last person he'd hurt," said the vampire taking the notebook
from the mortal. Xander shot him a look of disbelief.
"He wouldn't," insisted Spike.
"He hates me," said Xander, vehemently shaking his head. Spike grinned
wickedly.
"He hates me," said the blonde leering at Xander. "But you'd never know
from the way he fucks me."
Xander blushed, dropping his gaze. Red creeping up his face; down his
neck.
"Does that go all the way down," he asked, leer growing wider.
Shrugging he buried his face back in his school work.
"Seriously... think about," he said trying again. "He's harassed the
slayer, killed the witch's fish, offed the watcher's girl..."
Xander blanched. The vampire shrugged apologetically.
"Sorry. But you..." he said suggestively then dropped the subject.
"The Boxer Rebellion... now that was fun," he said looking at the book in
Xander's hands.
**********
"Why do you call Dru and Angelus sire?" asked Xander avidly watching the
vampire scarf down buffalo wings. "Thought vamps couldn't eat human food.
Angel didn't."
Spike laughed taking a swallow of his beer before speaking.
"Dru turned me. Angelus taught me. Can; most don't cause it doesn't feed
us. Angel was a poof," sneered the blonde vampire.
Xander laughed, thoughts of Angel/Angelus no longer unnerved him. Spike's
irreverent comments making the vampire seem less intimidating.
"Thirsty?" At his nod Spike stood moving to the counter.
"Xander!" Closing his eyes he shuddered at the sound. Opening them
quickly, he groaned at the approaching group of scoobies.
Cringing as Buffy appropriated Spike's chair.
"Haven't seen you lately," she said voice full of reproof. Willow nodded
dragging Oz down beside her.
The guitarist sighed, nodding his head at Xander. Compassion filling the
precise movements.
Nodding automatically to the girls inane chatter he scanned the crowd for
his vampire. He spotted the platinum blonde shortly after Cordelia made
her appearance.
He fought back a grin, seeing her arrival as his opportunity to escape. "I
don't feel c-comfortable," he stuttered backing away from the table.
"Oh get over it, Xander," sneered Cordelia. "*You'd* better get used to."
Xander's face flushed in rage; almost biting his tongue he turned and
walked away.
"Harsh," said Oz before making his way to the stage.
**********
"Do you have to kill when you drink,' asked Xander looking over at the
vampire lying stretched across the foot of his bed.
Seeing the blue-eyes darken he knows he's asked a difficult question. Had
it been anyone else he'd of joked his way out of the situation or made as
if he wasn't serious.
But it was Spike and he'd learned he didn't have to pretend. Always
honest, sometimes brutal. The demon always answered.
Taking his curiosity for what it was. Attempts to connect with... to
understand the creature he'd befriended.
When the vampire remained quiet, Xander simply returned to the original
conversation. He would speak when he was ready. Unlike his friends, Spike
never ignored nor insulted him.
It was in the middle of his description of Buffy's face as Angelus
commented on her bedroom skills that the vampire chose to answer.
"Most vamps don't have enough control of their demons to practice that
much restraint," he said quietly.
"The hunger is too great. Need to appease the burning thirst overriding
everything." He sat up turning towards the mortal.
"But that's not what you asked," he said staring into Xander's eyes. "I
don't have to kill. But I do... I want to... I enjoy it."
He crawled up the bed, covering the warm body. Arms settling on either
side of him, the vampire caged the mortal beneath him.
"The struggle of the prey in my arms... The sweet scent of terror,
despair... Sweet rush of blood coating my tongue..."
He spoke in hushed tones, mouth inches from Xander's ear.
"Sound of the heartbeat slowly fading... That last desperate gasp as life
bleeds away... feeding mine," he whispered softly.
Pulling away only far enough to peer into Xander's eyes, he laughed
wickedly.
"Demon, luv. Never forget," his hissed face vamping.
Terror, lust, and affection screamed along his nerves. Lifting a trembling
hand, Xander traced the vampire's ridges. Smiling as the demon leaned into
his caress purring quietly.
"Never," said Xander seriously eyes never wavering from Spike's.
Spike slid up his sire's body pausing to lick and nip
at various inches of bare flesh along the way. He
settled grinning on Angelus' lap.
"He's perfect, Sire." Spike moaned as Angelus stroked
his leaking cock.
"He's so sweet and innocent. It's all I can do to keep
from taking him in every way, when I'm near him."
Angelus leered at the wanton display his childe was
putting on, writhing in his lap. Thoughts of the
mortal obviously exciting him.
"Now. Now, Wil. All in good time," he said licking at
the curve of his ear.
"Now that he's come to depend on you, Dru can finish
her end of things."
The brunette vampiress giggled, then moaned as
Angelus' fingers pushed deeper inside her. Panting for
unneeded air, she rocked her hips against the large
blunt fingers probing in her cunt.
She mewled softly when they were pulled out. "Does
princess remember her part?"
Drusilla nodded eagerly. "Let 'em hear me an' Spikey
arguing. Then mention the book, and 'ow kitten's
blood can be used. I already put the dusty old book in
the watcher's cage."
She wiggled closer to Angelus. "Gonna be mean to our
kitten. Then he's gonna run here," she paused eyes
going vague before smiling a silly sweet grin.
"Daddy can I keep the puppy," she asked crawling up
Angelus side, rubbing against him as she straddled
him.
Spike growled then shrugged. There were other places
to play.
Angelus frowned. "Puppy?" he asked puzzled. Drusilla
nodded beginning a slow grind against his hard length.
"Puppy won't let them hurt kitten. So they're gonna
make puppy sleep." She moaned sliding his cock inside
her slick depths.
Spike bent, darting into her rosebud, drenching it
with his tongue. Sitting up he grabbed her hips,
easing his member insider her.
Drusilla groaned rocking back against Spike, then
dropping forward onto Angelus. Her soft moans turned
to wails as the two males set a merciless pace.
Spike drove hard into her ass, reveling in the tight
squeeze and the feeling of his sire's cock rubbing
against his. Separated by only a thin membrane.
Angelus thrust up growling in pleasure as Drusilla
rode him. Loving the sight of Spike's abandon.
Angelus leaned forward; pinching the brunette's clit
even as he bit deep into Spike's neck.
The younger vampires came with ear-splitting howls.
Spike keened as Angelus teeth pierced his flesh,
cumming he thrust uncontrollably into Drusilla.
Pleasure shot along his nerve endings like flames as
he sank his fangs into his sire's neck. He cock
spilling in long jets deep inside her.
Bliss wracked her body in waves as her childe's fangs
dug into her throat. Hissing she lunged forward
burying her's into Angelus' shoulder.
Drusilla's entire body tensed as pleasure swamped her.
Collapsing as her sense overloaded, between the two
bodies.
Angelus pulled back a drop of blood cascading down his
lip, as he roared his orgasm to the night. Hips
jerking once.... twice... again... as he came in a
flood. His cold seed spilling thickly down Drusilla's
clenching thighs.
Collapsing in a satiated heap the two younger vampires
curled around Angelus, purring contentedly.
"Daddy," said Drusilla half asleep.
"Yes," said Angelus kissing her gently on the
forehead, doing the same to Spike before cuddling them
both close and letting sleep come.
**********
"Spike, NO!" he yelled scrambling to his feet. The
vampire ignored him. Claws tightening around the pasty
throat, grimacing in disgust at the stench of vomit
and liquor.
Xander looked frantically from his mother to Spike,
avoiding the bloody mess in the corner.
For the longest all he'd ever wanted was for them to
leave him alone. But she was his mother, and despite
it all he couldn't let the vampire kill her.
Moving forward determinedly, he tugged at Spike's arm
trying to get him to let go. It only made him squeeze
harder.
"Please don't," he pleaded as his mother's eyes
bulged. Fingers scrambling uselessly as the claws dug
deeper.
"Why," hissed the demon never looking away from his
prey.
"Because.. I couldn't live with it. She's my mom," he
said quietly.
Spike finally looked away from the woman turning blue
in his grasp. Xander's eyes begged silently.
"Harm him again," he snarled vamping out. "And you'll
burn."
Dropping her he turned to Xander. Whose eyes darted
nervously around the room, refusing to settle on
anything. Spike cursed as the color fled from the
mortal's face.
Lunging forward, he swept Xander into his arms as he
collapsed.
Xander woke abruptly. Fighting screams as he sat up.
His eyes found Spike and the blonde moved to sit
beside him.
"Is he," whispered Xander looking away from his
friend.
"Yes." he said simply.
Despite one steadying breath after another, his eyes
filled and a tear made its way down his cheek.
"Shh..." crooned Spike pulling him onto his lap,
wrapping his arms around him.
"Not your fault. I did it," he said letting a soothing
purr escape. Xander huddled into his embrace.
"I let you in," he cried.
"He hurt you," growled Spike. Tilting his head he
glanced up into the demon's blue gaze.
"I'm not sad," he said voice heavy with guilt then
buried his face back into the curve of Spike's neck.
The vampire hugged him closer.
"Shouldn't be."
Spike dropped the cigarette, stepping on it as he made his way towards
him. Xander grinned seeing the vampire waiting as usual.
"Four Bs. Two As" he shouted waving the card before the vampire's eyes.
"Don't see why yer so surprised, pet. Knew you could do it," he said
leading Xander away from the school.
"Uh-huh then where's my prezzie," he asked bouncing excitedly.
"At home. C'mon then before you take flight," smirked the blonde.
"Race you," yelled Xander taking off.
"Not fair," he panted leaning against the railing. "Vampires don't need to
breath."
The vampire in question merely raised an eyebrow. "Shoulda thought o' that
first, luv."
Making his way up the stairs, Xander froze in the middle of doorway, eyes
widening. Spike nudged him inside closing the door.
"Like it then, luv?"
Xander spun around throwing his arms around his friend. The vampire
grinned returning the embrace.
" 'Ad a little 'elp."
Turning him around Spike pointed at the other end of the room. Inhaling
sharply he took an involuntary step backwards. Trusting that the vampire
would protect him.
Drusilla floated toward him stopping short a few feet.
"Won't hurt you kitten," she cooed. Xander glanced back at the blonde
vampire who nodded encouragingly.
"Thank you, Dru." He said moving away from Spike.
Latching onto his arm, she pulled him past the unconscious body of his
mother.
"She wouldn't play nice," she said noticing his worried glance.
Leading him into the dining room she gestured at the table full of
presents.
"Open. Open," she cried, clapping excitedly.
Several hours later, Xander glared at the laughing vampire as Drusilla
tucked him in.
"Goodnight, Kitten." She said pulling Spike behind her from the room.
"Later, pet."
**********
"Damnit, Xan." roared Spike. Xander could only grin happily, basking in
his worried fussing.
"It's not funny," snarled the vampire, running the cloth over his cuts.
Blood scent not even tempting him; too upset over Xander's near demise.
"Slutty better be fucking glad yer all right. And Angelus..." hissed
Spike.
"Actually threw me outta harms way," said Xander still stunned by that
little fact.
"I'm fine," he said catching his friend's hand. Spike paused looking down
at him.
"Your just so fragile," pouted the vampire. He couldn't help laughing this
time. "I'm anything *but* fragile, Spike."
The blue-eyed immortal frowned. "Don't you tell *me*, pet. Been killing
you gits for over a century. *Your* fragile."
Xander rolled his eyes, swatting at Spike's hands. Groaning when he pulled
the bandages on his side.
"Gonna let you rest now, luv." He stood.
"No stay."
"All right."
********
Buffy paced listlessly through the graves. Willow beside her offering a
sympathetic ear as they searched for signs of her ex.
Stopping the blonde dropped onto a headstone, too depressed to continue.
"Are you sure there's *nothing* you can do," she whined. The red-head
sighed, moving to stand beside her.
"Nothing. I--"
Her answer is cut short as the slayer rolls of the grave yanking her down
behind the tombstone with her. Curious about the source of the raised
voices they wait. Both stilling as the footsteps draw nearer.
**********
Spike stalked into the clearing; nerves on edge from the nearness of the
slayer. Let the games begin he thought as Drusilla grabbed him from
behind.
"Your heart is sticky with him," hissed Drusilla. Spinning the younger
vampire around she clutched at his arm.
The blonde vampire's lack of denial apparent in his continued silence.
"Dangerous to our Daddy," growled the vampiress. "Vile blood to free the
soul."
Hearing the brunette's accusations, Buffy's eyes widened as her hands
tightened on Willow's arm.
Spike yanked himself from his sire's grasp.
"For the last time... NO," he barked stepping back from her. "I won't let
you hurt the boy."
Drusilla's eyes darkened at the refusal. "Can't get the frowny book wit
out you."
"The eyes have it all locked up wit the puppy. Ms. Edith says," she
whined.
"That's a relief," snapped the vampire. "You'd never get it from the white
hats. And even if you could you'd never get a slayerette."
Silence descended as they glared at each other. Then he turned his back on
her and walked away.
Drusilla let loose an eerie wail, making the girls spine crawl, before she
too left.
Buffy burst into the library at full tilt dragging the witch behind.
"Giles," she screamed. "Giles!"
Her watcher came out of his office, rolling his eyes at her lack of
breeding.
"Really, Buffy this *is* a library,' began Giles only to be interrupted by
the slayer who plunged full speed into her story.
He sat quietly for several minutes after she'd finished. Then looked to
Willow for confirmation. The red-head nodded, giving credence to Buffy's
words.
"Apparently there is a way to give Angelus back his soul," he said
carefully.
"You figure this how? That chick's not exactly the poster child for mental
stability," said Cordelia.
"Point well taken," said Giles. "However the vampiress' visions are often
exceedingly accurate. We just have to figure it out."
"Research session, " said the witch. "I'll call Xander."
Giles shook his head. "That might not be necessary. From what you've said,
I believe I know what her vision means."
"Well," snapped Buffy. Followed quickly by Willow's 'how?', and Cordelia's
'cool'.
"From what I gather its got something to do with Xander," he said slowly.
Buffy shook her head in disbelief. "He's hopeless. How could it be him?"
Willow nodded in agreement. "I've known him for a long time. He rarely
does anything right."
Oz cocked an eyebrow at her statement. Astonishment fairly screaming from
the one motion.
"What," she asked defensively. His head shook in obvious disapproval.
Willow huffed in annoyance turning away to catch Giles explanation.
"Well its not so much him as his blood that must be needed for some ritual
described in the book she mentioned," he said moving to the book cage.
"But how do you know its Xander," asked Cordelia closing her compact with
a snap.
"Three things she said in particular, combined with what Spike did and did
not say," he paused outside the cage.
"He said it was a him and a slayerette. Narrowing it down to Oz and
Xander. Then she said the book was locked in with the puppy. Meaning Oz.
Only Xander remains, " he said moving into the cage.
"Now all we have to do is discover which book her vision showed her," said
Giles carrying out a stack of books. "I suggest we get to work."
**********
Drusilla laughed wickedly. Humans were such silly things. So blind. So
easy to manipulate. [Duh!} (.....) [I know... shh!]
Laying a scent, then baiting the trap. They had naught but to wait.
**********
Oz stared at the book he held, pretty sure it was what they were looking
for. He doubted anything in it boded well for Xander. He'd always liked
the goofy younger male. He deserved better than to be sacrificed for some
crazed vampire's soul.
Glancing up to find the others occupied with their own searching, he made
his decision. There was nothing to keep him from simply losing the book
Moving silently as was his want, he eased his bag from behind the chair.
He leaned over casually and...
"What's that Oz," asked Willow peering over his shoulder. [nosy bint] Oz
shrugged, still trying to hide the book. "Werewolf stuff," he said simply.
Giles leaned closer, glancing at the title.
"Ahh, yes. That book has several interesting theories on lycantrophism. In
fact the Grimora..." the watcher paused brow furrowing. "Grimora. Frowny
book, that's it. You found it Oz."
"Yay, me." The two words were rife with undisguised sarcasm. Willow moved
quickly, snatching the book from him before he could react. The werewolf
growled, beneath his breath. His irritation with the group developing into
full on dislike.
No one noticed as Buffy, Cordelia, and Willow crowded around the book the
watcher was reading.
**********
Angelus looked over to where his childer lay, restless. Spike carelessly
twirled his blade, passing it from hand to hand in ever complicated
patterns. Bored out of his mind.
Drusilla lay stretched across the hearth, pulling the hairs from Ms.
Edith's head. She sang quietly, mind turned inward. The silence was
driving him mad... [er]
He stood abruptly, drawing the younger vampires attention. "This does us
no good," he said moving towards the door. "Come we shall prepare for
Xander's arrival."
"But he'll," began Spike vehemently. "Will be fine," said Angelus opening
the doors. "We must wait. Here or out there makes no difference."
Spike nodded reluctantly, tugging Drusilla to her feet. "Lets go, old
man." Pulling the door shut, Angelus didn't bother to lock up. They'd be
back before long anyway.
As it oft time happens, even the best laid plans go awry... Even those of
centuries old vampires.
**********
Xander turned his back as his mother tugged the nightgown on. Since his
father's death she'd only gotten worse, if that was actually possible.
Turning he lead the inebriated woman to her bedroom. He sighed, tucking
her into bed.
She opened bleary eyes, as he turned to leave. "Should've drowned you at
birth," she hissed, blood-shot eyes blazed with an unnatural hatered.
"Never was no good. Never wanted you. No one wants you."
Xander paled, flinching back from the venom in her voice. He'd always
known he wasn't what his parents wanted, but he'd hoped she'd loved him
just a little. "Good night, mom." He said ignoring the pain that tore
through his heart.
Blinking away the wetness, he turned out the light. Shutting the door
behind him as he headed for the living room. Wanting nothing more than to
get away, he grabbed his jacket and took off.
Once outside he paused having no idea where to go. Thoughts of Spike had
him turning toward the mansion until common sense kicked in. Going there,
even invited was potentially fatal.
Plus it'd only end up causing trouble, despite it all she was still his
mother. And if he went there upset as he was; he knew Spike'd want to kill
her.
With no where else to turn... to the scoobies it was. No matter how bad
they treated him they were still his friends. Right? [snort]
***********
"That's it," said Willow clapping excitedly. "It has to be." They were
gonna give Angel back his soul. [Without a yay or a nay] (look...)
Giles nodded in agreement. "I rather think it is," he said running through
the spell again. "These are the things we'll need, Willow. A dove's
egg... serpent's tongue...."
The witch listened attentively, pen moving rapidly over the paper. The
werewolf's gaze shot from Willow to Giles, then Buffy and Cordelia before
settling on Giles.
"You can't be serious," he said quietly. Buffly looked at him
incredulously. "Don't you understand? *This* is the only way we can get
Angel's soul back," she cried distraught. Her face twisted in what she
thought was agony. [But looked like a bad case of gas, if you ask me...]
(no one did. Now shh!)
Oz returned the look with one of his own that fairly screamed disgust.
"Did. You. *Not* Understand," he asked slowly. "The spell calls for the
life's blood of the knight's *dying* soul. Emphasis on the word *dying*,
Buff."
The blonde shrugged. "At least he'll have finally done something usefull
with his pathetic life."
Oz shook his head backing away. "I can't believe all of you agree with
this insanity." Willow stood holding her hands out to him, beseechingly.
"It's just Xander. Isn't one life given for the greater good better than
the thousands that'll occur if Angelus isn't stopped."
Oz growled in disgust. How he could have ever felt affection for the
twisted creature before him he would never understand.
"No! Not if its Xander. And if your that worried then *stake* him."
Distracted by Willow, the werewolf never noticed the slayer slipping up
behind him. The red-head stared down at the unconscious body of her
boyfriend. "Did you..."
Buffy nodded. "This way he can't warn Xan," she said dragging him into the
book cage. "Now where were we."
Xander stood frozen, outside the library doors. Before his mind could
accept what he was hearing, before he could feel anything but numb
disbelief he was running.
Not stopping until he was half way across town, as his knees buckled.
He was on the ground, fighting the burning feeling at the corner of
his eyes. He struggled to hold back the sobs as his heart was broken.
His *friends*... his family... they'd betrayed him. No one wanted
him. He was useless... less than nothing... And what he'd fought all
his life to keep from happing had finally happend. He was alone...
He staggered to his feet, moving as if the weight of the world was
upon his shoulders. Turning to get his bearings the massive house in
the distance caught his eye.
A slow grin made its way across his face. How could he have
forgotten? The one thing... person... that had been making his life
*more* than bearable for the last few months...
Why shouldn't he go to him? There was no reason. No friends to
disapprove. No right or wrong. Just someone who loved him.
**********
Tears having long since dried, Xander shoved open the heavy wooden
doors. Striding into the mansion as if it belonged to him. Spike
*had* invited him time and again.
But he'd never been able to work up the nerve. Now this was going to
be his new home, why not get to know it.
Xander decided immediately that he liked the huge fireplace.
Especially the chairs scattered around it, inviting a weary traveler
to take a load off.
The throne-like chair situated directly in front of the hearth caught
his attention first. It was the largest and most ornate. It had to be
Angelus' thought Xander.
He trailed hesitant fingers over the gleaming chestnut arms, tracing
the intricate carvings. Stones glittered at the ends of each arm,
attesting to the value of antique piece of furniture.
Tired from his run, he settled onto it. Only to grunt in discomfort
as the chair lacked any give, forcing him to sit stiffly. //Too
hard.//
He stood moving to the chair to the left and slightly behind the
first. This one looked like one from his father's mother's house.
Except there was no plastic or slipcovers.
It smelled of jasmine and the stars. It looked beautiful and
soft. //Too soft.// He found out as it tried to swallow him.
Struggling to extract himself from it he fell to the floor in a
disgruntled heap.
//Hell should have expected something to try and eat me here.//
Xander eyed the third chair distrustingly as he climbed to his feet.
He circled it warily. Once, twice before sitting down carefully.
He groaned in delight as the chair conformed to his body. Grinning as
he spotted the cd player hidden in the recliner's arm.
Pulling on the headphone's he truly relaxed for the first time in
months. This was definitely Spike's chair and it was.... //Just
right.//
***********
Buffy practically bounced with excitment watching the witch and
Giles mix the components of the spell that they had on hand. Bored
Cordelia shoved away from the table.
"As fascinating as this might be. I have a date. And as you don't
need me," she said heading for the door. "I'm gone."
Wrapped up in their own thoughts the others never heard her quickly
stiffled scream. Or the sounds of her struggles as she was carried
off.
**********
Drusilla poked idly at the unconscious brunette. She couldn't see
what the kitten had found attractive about the nasty thing. Her heart
was thin, and grasping.
"Daddy can we eat her?" she asked remembering how mean she was to the
kitten. Angelus shook his head while he waited for the slayerette to
wake. Spike sat at his feet idly dreaming up tortures for the
brunette.
He couldn't decide who he hated more. Though he hated all of them
with a passion that would outburn the sun, she hadn't been as cruel
to his Xanpet as the other's had. But she'd been his first love...
and she'd betrayed him.
Cordelia groaned, her head was killing her. She froze as her memories
returned. "Please don't let it be real," she whimpered. Eyes opening
slowly she shrieked in terror, unable to look away from the three
vampires watching her hungrily.
Spike peered up at Angelus eager to see what his sire had planned.
The older vampire stood moving toward the brown-haired beauty who'd
ripped *his* mortal's heart apart.
"I think Xander will need a pet," he cooed softly. Drusilla began
giggling hysterically as Angelus yanked the girl to her feet, game-
face appearing.
Spike's amused howls echoed down the empty corridor's of the high-
school.
Xander sighed, reluctant to leave the comforting embrace of Spike's
chair. However there was still so much left to see of his new home.
Moving deeper into the house he could only stare in awe at the
obvious wealth of it's occupants.
Crystal chandeliers, rich velvet drapes, and marble flooring gave the
mansion a class he wasn't used to. Making him somewhat uncomfortable,
wondering if they'd really want someone like him there.
Shrugging he continued exploring. If this was the one and only time
he'd be here, he'd better make it good.
Throwing caution to the wind he followed the huge staircase to the
second floor. Randomnly opening doors as he went. Coming back down
the main hall, he moved down the hall just to left of the staircase.
Swinging open the third door he saw; he found himself in Angelus'
master bedroom. Couldn't belong to anyone else. Nobody else would
have had such intimiadting decor.
With a little more caution than he'd previously been displaying, he
began to search the room.
A huge bed dominated the room, looking as if at least half a dozen
could sleep comfortably on it. The inky black satin sheets made his
fingers itch to touch it. Just to see if they were as cool, and soft
as they looked.
He couldn't help perching on the edge just for a moment. He ignored
the urge to climb in, not wanting to mess up the perfection of the
bed.
Moving away, he bit back a giggle when his eyes landed on the virtual
cornicopia of hair care products on Angelus' dresser.
Spike *had* told him even if he wasn't the poof he still took his
hair very seriously. [uh duh... the amount of gel alone...]
Pulling open the closet doors, he gasped. Unable to supress the
shudder that ran down his spine. He couldn't tell if it was from fear
or lust as he stared at the extensive collection of whips, chains,
and other toys hung lovingly in their cases.
Closing the door carefully, he made his way out of the room with one
last longing look at the bed.
The room right next to Angelus was Drusilla's. His perusal of the
vampiress' room was... short.
While the beautifully made-up bed with it's huge canopy called to his
tired body.... Decapitated dolls, rotting corpses of songbirds, and
the cage against the far wall made him... uncomfortable. Too say the
least...
He shut the door backing away quickly. Turning to head back
downstairs, a faint glimmer caught his eye.
Turning he headed into the darker recesses of the hall. There...
hidden away in the corner was another bedroom.
A grin lit his face as he glanced around the room. It had to be
Spike's. Un-made bed with red silk sheets pooled at the bottom. Walls
covered with 'Sex Pistol's posters, maps of London's underground.
And Spike's secret obession, almost covered by all the other posters.
A cover from TV guide's issue on Passions.
Unlike Angelus' pristine room, Spike's clothes lay in heaps and piles
across the floor. A still damp towel was slung over a leather chair.
Cd cases spilled haphazardly over the dresser.
But he still had a few 'what the hell' moments, as he pawed through
Spike's things. The studded collar and leash unsettled him, until the
image of the blonde curled at his feet wearing nothing but the collar
took over his brain.
Momentarily.... of course....
The chains he found under the bed gave him the same pleasurable
thrill, the sight of Angelus' chains had. Certain parts went hard and
tight as he imagined being tied down to the vampire's bed.
He groaned willing the sexually frustating thoughts to stop
tormenting him. Especially since he had no idea when his blonde
friend would be returning home. Dropping the chains, he stood using
the bed to push himself up.
The minute his fingers made contact with the sinfully silky sheets he
moaned in pleasure. Unable to resist he climbed onto the big bed,
almost purring at the feel of the silk against his body. He was only
going to lie down for a moment.
Then he'd get up and finish looking around...
**********
Cordelia growled. Hungry. She was so hungry. Her eyes flew open as
she felt movement behind her. She whirled to face it, dropping her
eyes as she met the gaze of her master.
Angelus stalked forward; snatching her up by the throat. "Are you
hungry, Bitch," he snarled.
She nodded mewling in submission. "Answer me quickly and I may let
you eat." He said dropping her on her ass. She nodded eagerly.
"How far along are they with the spell?" Cordelia's brow furrowed as
she tried to delve into her human memories.
"Giles knows what it means. Him and Will are going to the Magic Box
to get supplies. The slayer's going to find Xander."
Angelus frowned disturbed by this bit of news. "Why does she need to
find him?" Cordelia cowered at his feet. "Tried to find him at home
but he's disappeared."
Angelus bit back a roar of frustration; backhanding the
minion. "Spike," he bellowed as he locked the fledging in the
storeroom.
Looking away from his dancing princess, Spike immediately tensed at
the look of barely contained fury on Angelus' face. "What?"
"Change of plans," he barked. "Slayer's hunting Xan; who's
disappeared." Spike hissed worry lining his features.
"I want you to find the witch and watcher. I'll find slutty. Dru..."
The brunette vampiress stopped twirling, slipping into
gameface. "Gonna get puppy," she pouted.
Angelus sighed. "Fine. Spike let's go."
Both master vampires took off into the night, intent upon finding
there lost kitten.
**********
Drusilla hummed softly as she drifted down the hall towards the
library. Her puppy was waking up. She hurried her steps, shoving the
doors wide as she glided into the room.
Oz shook his head still groggy as he tried to figure out how he was
going to get out of the cage. Noise from the front of the room drew
his attention. He froze in shock, staring at the vampiress who stood
swaying by the counter.
"ello puppy. Mummy's come to rescue you," she said moving towards
him. "Drusilla?" A world of confusion and worry filled the simple
statement.
"Daddy and Spikey will have the kitten. But he said I could have a
puppy all for my own," she explained fingers clasping the cage door.
Oz backed away watching in awe as she ripped the door off its hinges.
Drusilla moved closer, tentatively reaching out to stroke his
cheek. "Mummy won't hurt you. Unless you want," she purred, snapping
sharp teeth at him.
Oz couldn't help grinning. Something about her called to the beast
inside him.
"C'mon puppy we gotta get Xan's pet," she said tugging at his arm.
Surprise made itself known as he lifted an eyebrow. "Xander?"
Drusilla nodded chatting animatedly as she pulled the werewolf with
her. "Uh-huh. Daddy's gonna make us one big family. A Xander kitty,
an Oz puppy, and we'll all live happily ever after."
She paused frowning slightly before grinning again. "Soon as he gets
rid of that nasty slayer."
Oz said nothing. Thinking what weren't obviously deep thoughts at
least from the blank expression on his face. But they were. If you
could have heard them they'd have gone something like this...
Slayer and slayerettes are the good guys. Angelus and the vampires
the bad guys. Buffy was willing to kill an innocent young man for
aforementioned evil demon. Anger flared underlining his thoughts.
Angelus wanted him safe and loved.
Amused disbelief made the corners of his mouth twitch allowing him to
finally bank his anger. There really was no choice.
"Pet?" he asked as Drusilla yanked open the door they'd stopped in
front of. Oz smirked upon seeing who was inside.
"Cool."
She always was a bitch. It was time someone treated her like it.
Spike caught up with his sire just outside of the high
school.
"Angelus..."
The older vampire stopped, turning back to his childe.
"What if the reason they can't find 'im is cause 'e's
at the mansion...
waitin' for us?"
Angelus grinned and turned back to the building.
"Lets get Dru and her puppy. We wouldn't want to keep
Xander
waiting."
**********
Drusilla suddenly closed the supply closet door. He
looked at her, his question clear. "Daddy's near. We
'ave to wait for 'im and Spikey."
Sure enough the two master vampires appeared a few
minutes later. A growl began deep in the brunette's
chest. This new addition had to realize who was master
in their little family.
Oz dropped his gaze; he knew enough about pack
dominance to realize he was beta to the two male
vampires.
Angelus stopped growling at the immediate show of
submission from the wolf. A smile lit his handsome
face. Soon his family would be whole.
Angelus gestured for the others to leave, moving to
follow. He stopped suddenly, turning back. Spike
looked back a question written on the handsome face.
"Almost forgot Xan's new pet," said Angelus.
**********
Eagerly hoping his mate waited for him Spike raced
ahead, reaching the mansion before the others.
The door was open. He was certain Angelus had closed
it when they'd left. He stuck his head in cautiously
and saw that the lights were on. Drawing back he
waited for the others to catch up.
"Someone's been 'ere," said the blonde gesturing at
the house. Angelus took the lead, motioning for the
others to follow carefully.
Seeing no one in the front room the group made their
way deeper into the house. Drusilla stopped as the
others walked past the fireplace.
She frowned staring at her favorite chair. It was all
squished. "Somebody's been sitting in my chair," she
pouted, pointing at the pillows. The two male vampires
turned back joining her.
"Somebody's been sitting in my chair," growled
Angelus, staring at the
fingerprints on the gleaming wood.
"Somebody's been sittin' in my chair," snarled Spike.
"And they've been in my bleedin' CDs."
Somewhat agitated the rather large group made their
way up the stairs. Down the hall they moved, stopping
in front of the first bedroom door.
"Somebody's been in my bed," barked the brunette
starring at the wrinkles in his perfect sheets. He
couldn't help moving to tug the sheets back in place.
[anal retentive much?] ( .... )
He took a quick glance at his dresser, just in case,
but all his hair
products appeared undisturbed.
They proceeded into Drusilla's room. Her nose wrinkled
in irritation.
"Somebody's been in my bed," she whined, noticing the
scattered piles of feathers she'd so painstakingly
piled by the door.
********
Leaving Drusilla and Oz to get better acquainted;
Spike swung open the door to his room, followed by
Angelus. Blue and brown eyes darted
around until they landed on Spike's bed and the
sleeping boy in it.
"Somebody's been in my bed," he leered, stalking over
to it. "And 'es still 'ere," he purred.
Xander woke up, opening sleepy brown eyes. He sat up,
staring intently into the blue gaze.
"Do you want me? Do you need me?"
Spike could only nod, drawn into the spell the dark
eyes wove. Crawling from beneath the sheets Xander
slithered onto the blonde vampire's lap. Glancing
away, the boy locked eyes with Angelus.
"Promise to never leave me? Never, ever leave me?"
Angelus nodded too, just as caught as Spike. Xander
turned back to the
blonde, laying his head on the black clad shoulder.
The vampire's gaze
focused on the long curve of neck, unable to look away
from the steady throb of blood beneath the surface.
The soft whisper was almost inaudible.
"Make me yours... pleaseee."
The demon roared, darting forward to plunge his aching
fangs into the
gleaming flesh. He snarled as something held him back.
Eyes flashed in
challenge as he stared at his sire's hand, which was
holding him still.
"I'm not gonna take him, boy. But this should be
savored," he said trailing a finger along the mortal's
neckline.
"Taking his innocence shouldn't be rushed..." Angelus
paused and leaned forward, almost purring, "In either
case."
Spike grinned as Xander blushed, faintly. The blonde
vampire lad the mortal back against the silk sheets,
skillfully stripping him. Angelus followed suit,
shedding clothing as quickly as his childe.
"Look at 'im sire. Isn't 'e lovely?"
Xander's blush deepened. Spike laughed, brushing *his*
fingers down the lanky form.
"Guess it does go all the way, pet."
Sliding up the almost fever warm body, Spike dove in
for a kiss, drinking in the taste of his chosen, his
tongue mating eagerly with Xander's.
Xander moaned, loving the cool wetness of the blonde's
mouth. He chased after the essence of his soon-to-be
lover: smoke and blood-tinged alcohol. He jumped,
startled as fingers tweaked his nipples before
drifting across his taunt abs then clutching at his
hips.
Xander gasped into the mouth above him as Spike's hand
grasped his
leaking cock. Spike road his body as he bucked beneath
the blonde demon. He pulled back staring into dazed
brown eyes.
He mewled as Angelus slid between his thighs, a cool
tongue darting into the tight pucker. Xander squirmed
uncontrollably as bolts of pleasure fired along his
nerves.
Spike grinned, knowing how good his sire's tongue
felt. Then he was diving back in, licking Xander's
neck, suckling at the sweat drenched flesh. Xander
writhed beneath the double assault.
Craving more than the fleeting touches Spike choose to
bestow on him, he reached greedily for the blonde.
Clutching him closer Xander thrust up, whimpering at
the press of cock against cock.
Feeling the throbbing flesh glide across his own heat,
Spike hissed, rubbing against Xander as he held the
brunette down. Loving the friction as flesh slid
against flesh.
Unable to hold back, their bodies began to move in
rhythm. Xander's low mewls grew louder as the blonde's
control slipped letting his true face come forward.
Sensing the impending explosion, Angelus pushed two
fingers into Xander, leaning forward as he thrust his
tongue into Spike's ass. Xander came as fingers hit
the hidden bundle of nerves.
Spike howled pushing back on the invading muscle as he
climaxed. Angelus growled, shoving Spike off Xander.
The need to cum was overwhelming. He spread the limp
thighs, slicking himself with their wetness.
He buried himself inside the tight depths with one
thrust.
The dark-eyed demon held the writhing body down as he
moved, using
hard punishing strokes as the pleasure grew. Lunging
forward as fire screamed through his veins, he drove
his fangs into the pale curve of neck as he came.
Angelus collapsed, pinning the smaller body beneath
him. Spike hissed, nerves twitching in pain-edged
pleasure as he shifted on his sire's cock. Aroused and
aching after the brutal fucking he turned golden eyes
to Xander.
Who lay panting, wide-eyed and staring.
"Get off you, ox," muttered Spike, shoving at his
sire.
"Xan, are you..."
He was cut off by Xander's mouth closing over his as
the boy frantically
squirmed against Spike.
"Want you. Need you," Xander groaned, tugging at a
slender hand and pulling it around to stroke his
spamsing hole. "In me, NOW."
The vampire scrambled for the nightstand almost
crowing when his hand closed around the lube. Xander
moaned as wet fingers probed deep inside, pushing back
to encourage the blonde's touch.
Spike watched him closely as he slid a third finger
inside, for any sign of pain; slowing when he
whimpered.
"Don't stop," hissed the dark-haired male, head thrown
back panting. Angelus crawled closer, reaching to
stroke both cocks as Xander's movements grew wilder.
Xander whined softly as the fingers were withdrawn.
"Please..."
"Shh..."
Spike nuzzled at his neck as Angelus readied him with
slow teasing licks. Xander froze, feeling the head
nudging at his opening. Gasping, he tired to stay
relaxed as Spike thrust inside.
For a moment both froze; then Xander wiggled, trying
to get used to the full feeling.
"Don't, pet" hissed the vampire.
Xander nodded and wiggled again, breath hitching as
*that* spot was hit.
"OH! Again," moaned Xander, shoving back down.
"Xan..."
"Now, please... Now."
Spike gave in, plunging into the tight heat, driving
into the willing,
undulating body beneath him. Angelus moved behind the
younger vampire, head dipping forward to taste the
already healing flesh, devouring the blood-tinged
seed.
Xander bucked mindlessly under Spike's pounding body.
Spike stilled,
muscles locking in pleasure. He needed...needed...
Xander tilted his head.
"Spiiiike," Xander wailed as the fangs burrowed into
his throat. His release rolled over him as he came in
gut wrenching shudders, the boy's blood spilling hot
and alive over his tongue.
Collapsing against Xander he rode the writhing body
through the last spasms of ecstasy. He drank greedily
as the boy stilled. As the heart slowed he pulled
back, staring into dazed brown eyes.
Arching his throat, Spike groaned as Angelus sliced it
open.
"Drink, luv." he said, tugging Xander's head up. They
waited anxiously for the boy to drink.
Spike sighed in pleasure and relief when the warm
mouth latched on, suckling. Angelus pulled them
close, embracing both as Xander drank until he
collapsed.
********
Drusilla grinned, looking up from where she lay
contentedly on Oz's chest.
"Spikey's not the baby anymore."
Oz nodded once.
"Cool."
THE END!
("#@*!@#!")
[Problem?]
(YES! That can't be it!)
[Hmm... I'm certain that's where the original ended.
With the bears finding Goldilocks... er, Puppy Eyes in
Baby Bear's bed.]
(....)
*twist*
[Ouch! Oh all right!]
EPILOGUE
Several Monts Later....
Xander bounded into the main room, launching himself
onto the older vampire's lap.
"Daddy's being mean to me, grandsire."
Angelus reached out, brushing the mink brown curls out
of the younger
vampire's face.
"What's the matter, kitten?"
Xander pouted before answering.
"He won't play taunt the slayer."
Spike sighed. He didn't remember being this much
trouble when he was a fledgling.
"We have that meeting with Wilkins, Angelus."
The brunette vampire glanced from one pouting
grandchilde to one 'looking severely' put upon childe.
"What's the use of being Master Vampire of the
Hellmouth if you can't
have any fun?"
Angelus stood pulling Xander with him.
"What say we pay a visit to *our* old friends after
the meeting."
Xander grinned wickedly. Drusilla looked up from where
she lay painting Oz's nails.
"Goody! Gonna play taunt the slayer. Taunt the
slayer," said Drusilla clapping.
********
Buffy froze outside the library door's.
"They're back."
Faith stared, puzzled by the various reactions from
the scoobies. The
arrogant redhead sobbed once before clutching
Cordelia's arm tightly, while the souled vampiress
began to shake.
Guilt flooded the ex-watcher's eyes before they
hardened. Her sister slayer's reaction was the most
confusing. Buffy seemed to almost crumble in on
herself as she shoved open the doors.
Faith threw Wesley a shared look of worry before
following them inside. Faith stared around the library
in shock. She hadn't sensed power like this since
Kakhistos.
She tensed, noting the strength and number of the
vamps present. These
weren't the usual garden-variety idiot minions.
Her eyes darted from where the newly made brunette
vampire sat on the railing to the blonde, who was
definitely a master vampire. The brunette's legs were
around the blonde's waist.
She glanced from them to the other couple; there was
something off about the redheaded male, but the
female, who's hair he was carefully braiding, gave off
master level vibes, too.
Last, but definitely not least, her eyes landed on
what had to be the head of the group. He leaned
against the counter insolently. His very proximity
made every instinct sit up and scream.
Faith wondered what the hell three Master vampires
wanted with the slayer. She had a bad feeling she was
about to find out.
********
Xander untwined his legs from around Spike's waist,
sliding to the ground.
"Hey Buff. Wills. How's tricks?"
Faith watched as her fellow slayer seemed to close
herself off. Buffy
stiffened as the brunette vampire sidled closer.
"Don't call me that. We are *not* friends," snarled
the blonde slayer.
Xander pouted, stopping just behind Angelus.
"Awww... don't be that way. We could still be friends.
I mean... I owe you soooo... much."
He turned to glance at the others. Giles stood by the
weapons case. Not that he'd have a chance. Cordelia
huddled closer to Willow beside the closed doors.
"Right, Cordy. G-man. Wouldn't be what I am today if
it weren't for you guys."
Willow dropped her gaze, biting back sobs.
"Awww, now, don't cry, Willow. Oz takes real good care
of me. Too bad you never got to ride him. He's an
animal."
Snickers filled the air. Faith's nerves twitched at
the vampire's
self-confident amusement. She couldn't understand how
they had the nerve to face the slayer on her own turf
with such assurance. Something was very wrong here.
"What is this shit," she barked, trying not to pale
when she became the focus of their undivided
attention.
Angelus straightened slowly, moving to circle the
brunette woman.
"Well, well. What do we have here?"
Faith met his eyes, uncounsiously licking her lips.
"I'm the new slayer."
Angelus grinned, "Prettier than the last one, no doubt
'bout that."
Xander laughed a low, silky sound as he leaned up
against Angelus. Buffy stared at her former lover with
barely concealed longing.
"Hope your brighter than Slutty, slayer. Not that
*that's* too difficult."
Drusilla giggled, pulling away from Oz. "Baby said a
naughty word."
"OK, B." said Faith pulling out a stake. "Why ain't we
slaying?"
Buffy looked away, unable to meet her eyes. Faith
jumped startled when the redheaded man spoke, having
forgotten he was there.
"Cause B, now that's appropriate, knows she'd lose."
Oz said. Faith eyes
widened as she stared at him.
"Your not a vamp."
He grinned, flashing a mouthful of fangs. "Nope."
Frustrated, Buffy turned a pleading gaze on Angelus,
hoping to appeal to old feelings. [Not bright... is an
understatement] (aww... forget it)
"Why? Why do you keep doing this?"
"Cause it's fun," said Spike moving to stand beside
Drusilla. "Besides don't you guys like our visits? You
got what you wanted."
Confused Faith turned to the others. "What is he
talking about?"
Xander peered around Angelus shoulder. "You mean they
didn't tell ya bout me?"
He waved a finger scoldingly at the group.
"Tsk, tsk. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm
Alexander Harris, former
scooby. It seems they don't like the new me. What's
that old saying? Be
careful what ya wish for - you just might get it."
Xander hopped onto the counter tugging Spike with him.
"Shall I tell you what they wished for? Or can you
guess? Maybe they should tell you."
Faith watched as the others dropped their heads,
looking away in shame. "What?"
Drusilla suddenly began whirling in circles. "Nasty
slayer said Baby was uncool. Now he's as cool as ice.
Icy through and through 'cept when he burns like fire
inside me."
Oz straightened from where he lounged on the table,
moving to join his
family. Wrapping Drusilla's arms around him, he
smirked at Willow from where they stood behind
Angelus.
"Got what he deserves. Didn't want to keep it,
though."
Willow turned red, struggling not to scream at her
ex-boyfriend. It wasn't her fault. She never thought
her words would come back to haunt her.
Faith stared at the reticent werewolf. "Could
someone..."
"It's simple," said Xander. "Cordelia is mine to do
with as I please. My
little pet. Whether I keep her or not."
Buffy bristled as Cordelia began to shake. "She's not
your..."
Angelus shook his finger, shushing the blonde girl.
"Ah-ah. She's my minion and I can give her to whoever
I chose. Soul or not."
Spike finally looked up from where he'd been nuzzling
at his childe's throat.
"Let's not forget Rupert old boy. What was it you
said? Ahh, yes. Go diddle some guy. Well he's diddling
three of them. Guess you all got your wish."
Giles opened his mouth, then closed it without
speaking. There was nothing he could say. He'd spoken
those very words.
Angelus laughed, the sound seductive, thrilling. Faith
couldn't help turning back to him. Buffy moved to
stand before Angelus, eyes wide tear-filled.
"I'm begging you to stop this. Please if you ever felt
anything for me. Isn't there some small part that
feels something?" she begged in what she thought was a
breathless hush, but sounded more like an asthmatic
wheeze.
Angelus sighed, moving forward to cup Buffy's cheek.
"I do, Buffy," he said softly placing a hand on her
shoulder. She snuggled into the touch.
"Contempt," he hissed before shoving her away. "You're
not worthy of your calling, slayer." Xander laughed
maniacally as she stared up at Angelus from the floor.
"Poor, Buffy. Life's a bitch. You finally got what you
wanted. You worked your little spells, and my death
gave Angelus his soul back. Too bad for you they both
choose to stay with me."
"But you were right," he said. "Staking Angelus
would've been wrong on so many levels."
Faith moved to stand beside Wesley. She couldn't
believe this was the slayer the Council wanted her to
imitate. How could they have done and said those
things to one of their own.
"Your supposed to be the good guys," Faith said sadly.
Tears fell from the wide-hazel eyes as the other
vampires and one werewolf gathered around Xander.
They moved as one, predators secure in their place at
the top, stalking to the doors.
"Hey, Buff? Do you think uniting the last surviving
members of the order of Aurelius was doing something
useful with my pathetic life?" Xander said over his
shoulder as they walked away.
Buffy's sobs could be heard echoing through the halls.
This was how it always ended. Faith moved to watch the
pack leave.
Angelus paused as the others passed by him. He turned,
winking at the
brunette slayer before leaving.
Faith backed away quickly. She could have sworn she
heard the vampire whisper. "Be seeing you."
THE END!
