Spiderman Gets a Life...

 

Disclaimer... Marvel owns it all, Sony has the motion picture rights.  I'm just borrowing them, there is not profit in this.  I'm being a bad Ferengi.  Shhhh don't tell the Grand Nagis.

 

Hope you enjoy it.  I read a story online that sparked this one, I hope that it's not considered plagiarism to be the inspiration for another work.

 

pairing, Peter/Spike/Xander.

 

Rating NC-17

 

Without further adieu....

 

 

 

 

 

Peter Parker in his guise of Spiderman was swinging through the city as did every evening.  He'd already netted three creeps trying to break into a jewelry store as well having apprehended two muggers.  He'd left them suspended from a large web over the scene of their crimes.  He'd also left his customary calling card, which read.  Courtesy of you Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman. 

 

He was about to pack it in for the night when he was caught in a brilliant light.  He recognized the phenomena.

 

When the light faded he was standing in a darkened room in front of an elderly woman dressed in black.  Dark glasses covered her eyes.  The woman sat in the middle of a structure that was in the form of a spider web.

 

"Madame Webb, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

 

"Peter Parker, It's good to hear your voice again.  I've an offer to make you.  You see in watching over the multiverse I have stumbled on an imbalance."

 

"What kind of imbalance?"

 

"Well, it seems that in one of the planes of existence that both you and Harry Osborne were bitten by the radioactive spider that changed you into Spiderman."

 

"Ok and that affects me how?"

 

"Well, simply put you are the only Spiderman who has put his life on hold, because of you're past you've isolated yourself from everyone.  Pete Parker is willing to step into your life and give you the chance to pursue you own happiness, in his world Harry took the reins as Spiderman leaving Pete unneeded, without purpose."

 

"Not interested.  I've a life here."

 

"Who besides Aunt Mae will miss you if you're gone?  You pushed Mary Jane away, and refuse to find anyone to fill the void in your heart."

 

"Why exactly are you so interested in my love life, or lack of one?"

 

"I do have an ulterior motive, I'm afraid. You see in another dimension there are a group of young people who are in need of some help."

 

"Go on?"

 

"In this universe, there are no superheroes.  At least not like in your world.  The lines between science and magic are blurred, the paranormal exists.  In this world there is a young girl that fights back the darkness.  She is the Slayer."

 

"The Slayer?  As in vampire slayer?"

 

"I see you have read the stories of your world.  This young girl's name is Buffy, she and her friends are about to be attacked by a horde of demons."

 

"So why doesn't Buffy just slay the demons?"

 

"Because she is only about ten times stronger than a normal man, and while she has her Watcher, Mr. Giles and the Scooby Gang for support they are entirely outmatched.  You however are fifty times stronger than a normal man and have the added abilities of the spider."

 

"I'll tell you what.  I'll help out the girl.  But I'm not going to stay.  This Pete Parker can step into my life only for as long as it takes for me to help wipe out these demons.  Then I want to come back."

 

"Agreed.  Pete are you ready?"

 

A black and white figure stepped out of behind the web chair and moved beside the blind woman.

 

"Anytime you are Madame Webb."

 

The man faded from view.

 

"Now, Peter I'll send you to Sunny dale.  The attack won't happen for about a week.  Mr. Giles summoned me to ask for help.  He's very up to date on the prophesy surrounding the Slayer."

 

"So Mr. Giles is my contact?"

 

"Yes, however I'll accompany you to meet with him.  There are some details that he and I need to discuss.  Are you ready?"

 

"When you are Madame."

 

They were both enveloped in the brilliant light again.

 

~SM~

 

"Buffy you really must get your mind on training.  The prophesy states that the Horrible Horde will rise with the new moon."

 

"So what, I slay and then we go for pizza."

 

"It's not that simple."

 

"It never is."  Buffy said and began to work out of the speed bag that Giles had setup in the library.

 

There was a flash of light.

 

"What in the hell?"

 

"Wonderful, hopefully reinforcements have arrived."

 

"Reinforcements?  All I see is an old woman sitting in the middle of a spider web and a kook in a red suit."

 

"A kook?  She called me a kook?  I may just decide to take the side of the demons on this one!"

 

"Now now, Spiderman.  I'm certain that she didn't mean it."

 

"Yes, I did."

 

"Tell ya what little girl, I see you're evidently training, how about a little training match?  Just you and me."

 

"I might hurt you."

 

"I'll take the chance if you will."

 

"Sure."

 

Peter moved over to the mat and waited for Buffy.  She launched herself at him.  He stepped out of the way; she picked up a staff and swung at him.  She never even came close.

 

"What's the matter Buffy?  Are you gonna hit me or not?"

 

"Ok asshole, you asked for it."

 

The blonde girl reached down and unclipped the star shaped buckle from her belt.  She slung it with enough power to separate a man's head from his shoulders.  Peter stood stock still.  Buffy almost fainted as the man in the red and blue suit effortlessly caught the star, plucking it out of the air.

 

"So you're the Slayer?  I thought that you were supposed to be tough?"

 

Buffy was angry, she grabbed a steel bar and exerting her full strength bent it, then she threw it at him. 

 

"I am tough, why don't you leave and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out of town."

 

Pete caught the bar and tsked.

 

"Not bad for a little girl."  He proceeded to bend the bar into a pretzel shape.

 

"Look here asshole!"  Buffy said and began to charge.

 

The man made a strange gesture suddenly she found herself stuck to the wall, she was being held in place by a giant web.

 

"Like yuck!"

 

"Like gotcha!"

 

"What is this stuff?"

 

"Webbing."

 

"If you two are through with your vulgar display of territorialism I would like to have a word with you."  Madame Webb interrupted.

 

Peter walked over and released the brat from the web. 

 

"After you."  He said with a bow and the flourish of one hand.

 

Buffy huffed and stomped over to where Giles and the woman were.

 

"Buffy, this is Peter Parker, also known as Spiderman.  He's here to help you dispatch the Horrible Horde.  I hope that the two of you can work together."

 

"As long as he stays out of my way, sure."

 

"Peter, about what we were talking about earlier.  The answer to your problem lies in this dimension.  You will have to be honest with yourself however to find it."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"You'll know when the time is right."

 

"We were discussing quarters.  I believe it would be best if Peter stayed with Xander and Spike while he's here."

 

"Why are you going to put him up with those two fags?"

 

Peter was furious.

 

"You know with great power comes great responsibility.  Someone should have taught you that.  Part of that responsibility is tolerance!  You've behaved like a spoiled little bitch ever since I arrived!"

 

"Yes, well that's normal."  Giles interjected.

 

"I don't have to take this, I'm going home."  Buffy grabbed her bag and stormed out.

 

"Mr. Giles, I thought that the Slayer was supposed to be trained better than that."

 

"Unfortunately, Buffy is a law unto herself.  She is outspoken, and sometimes rude.  However she is the most powerful Slayer that the council has encountered and she has survived longer than any of the others. I assure you she does have her virtues."

 

"I should hope so."  Madame Webb said with a shake of her head.  "Well, I have provided you with someone who is more than capable of doing what must be done.  Peter, take care of yourself and when you decide to returned simply speak my name.  I shall come for you."

 

"Sure thing Madame Webb."

 

The woman disappeared.

 

"I'll just make a quick phone call.  To tell Xander that we'll need to impose.  After that I'll drive you over to his and Spike's apartment.  Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?"

 

"If you've got a long coat I can borrow, I don't think that it will be a good idea to walk around in my uniform."

 

"Certainly."  Giles stepped into his office and offered a long black raincoat.

 

Peter took the coat and put it on, he then removed his mask and gloves putting them into a pocket.

 

Giles had returned to the small office and was speaking on the phone.  He smiled and returned it to its cradle.  He then grabbed his brief case and returned to his new acquaintance.

 

"It's all set. If you'll follow me I'll take you over to Xander's.  He looks to be about your size, perhaps he'll have some clothes for you to wear."

 

"Great, I knew that I should never have left home without American Express."

 

"I beg your pardon?"

 

"USA Express, the credit card."

 

"I've never heard of that one.  Anyway, this way please."

 

Peter followed the man out to the parking lot and to a small car.  Peter almost did a double take.

 

"I don't know about here, but where I come from they stopped making Opals about..."

 

"Fifteen years ago."

 

"Yeah, that's about right."

 

"I know, Buffy keeps telling me that one day I'll have to buy a grownup car."

 

"You and she have something in common, she needs to grow up."

 

Giles entered the car and then reached over and unlocked the passenger's door.  Peter opened it and lowered himself onto the seat.

 

The car's engine turned over the first try and it settled into a purring idle.  Giles put the car into reverse and it smoothly backed out of the space.

 

"Don't you listen to her, this car runs too good to even think about replacing."

 

Giles simply smiled as he pulled out onto the main road.  He liked this stranger.

 

"So where do you come from?"

 

"I don't know the dimensional designation, but I live in New York City.  You have ever been there?"

 

"Only briefly when I was going through immigration.  It just seemed so daunting, all those high buildings."

 

"Best city on the planet.  Or at least on my planet."  Peter broke off; he was suddenly starting to understand what Superman must feel like.

 

Giles drove on, reaching a residential section of town.  It looked like a nice area, all the houses were freshly painted and the lawns had the look of being kept well manicured.

 

Peter noticed a multistory building in the distance.  Giles had said that Xander lived in an apartment that was probably where they were headed.

 

"So what are this Xander and his boyfriend like?"

 

"Xander, he's twenty and a bit of a jokester.  Spike well now that's another story.  You see Spike is a vampire."

 

"Wait a minute!  I thought vampires were the bad guys?"

 

"Well this one had a control chip implanted in his brain, against his will of course."

 

"Of course."

 

"While the chip was in place he couldn't hurt anyone, not even to feed."

 

"Puts a bit of a crimp on the lifestyle I would assume."

 

"Precisely, well anyway the chip was removed by a master demon.  Spike went to him to be able to give the Slayer what she deserved and he told the master demon that, so for whatever purpose the demon restored Spike's soul.  After that he was even better-behaved than with the control chip."

 

"So vampires don't have souls?"

 

"No once bitten the human dies, and a demon moves into the body, giving it the vampire abilities and immortality."

 

"I see.  Yet now Spike has a soul and he and Xander, who usually helps that overpowered cheerleader of yours to kill vampires are in a relationship?"

 

"Yes, it’s gets more confusing.  I assure you, a couple of years back Buffy was involved with an ensouled vampire named Angel."

 

"Talk about getting attached to your work."

 

"Quite."

 

The small car pulled into an underground parking garage.  Giles maneuvered around a spiral until they reached the appropriate level then he parked and they exited.

 

"Some how Spike and Xander have managed to rent the penthouse to this monstrosity.  I don't see how, especially since Xander quit his construction job."

 

"And since a vampire can't hold down a nine to five, where's the money coming from?"

 

"Exactly."

 

"Well Giles, don't ask me.  Even after I've lived with them.  People's business is their own until they decide to include you."

 

"I see, please don't get me wrong.  I just don't want the boy hurt."

 

"It's all part of growing up, Giles.  You have to take your knocks.  The most important lessons are those learned the hard way."

 

"Well here we are."  Giles said changing the subject.

 

Giles pressed the button on the door.  Even standing outside in the hallway the chimes were audible.

 

The door almost immediately opened.  Peter was looking at a bleached blond man.

 

"Peter this is Spike.  Spike this is Peter.  I'm sorry I don't remember your last name."

 

"Parker."

 

"Do come in, we so seldom have house guests."  Spike said with a flourish.

 

Peter caught the English accent.  He took in the sharp features and the lean fitness of the man.  Spike was well dressed and impeccably groomed.

 

He stepped into the apartment and was nearly taken aback.  The large room was furnished in a lavish style; a thick carpet the color of champagne in the glass covered the floor, all of the furniture spoke of a time long ago, many of the chairs were guilt and had tapestry cushions.  The larger pieces were all clearly antiques.  Not that any of the furnishings had the look of being cheap knockoffs.   The room had been finished with a keen eye for detail, from the plaster crown moldings to the medallions surrounding the chandeliers.

 

Spike showed them to a Queen Anne style settee.  The two men seated themselves.

 

"Would you care for anything to drink?  I've a scotch, sherry, a good dark ale or even club soda."

 

"No thank you."  Giles replied.

 

"I've alright, thanks."  Peter was with a polite nod of his head.

 

"Never let it be said that I'm lacking in the social graces.  If you'll excuse me I'll inform Xander that we have guests."

 

The man moved with a fluid grace to the wall nearest the grand staircase.  He opened a hidden panel and depressed a toggle on the intercom.

 

"Xan, Giles is here with Peter Parker."

 

A young man bounded down an antique staircase.  He was a total contrast to the blond man.  Xander's hair a dark brown was disheveled, and his clothing which consisted of a silk shirt and a pair of blue jeans was far cry from the Armani suit that Spike wore.

 

"Great, G-man!  So what's up?  Why do you need to stash this new guy with the queers?"

 

"Could you have a bit more tacit please, Alexander?"  Spike admonished his lover.

 

"Why?  Obviously we're out of favor with her majesty.  So why do we get asked to..."  Xander's words cut off as he saw Peter.

 

"Holy Moly!  I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean to offend."

 

"None taken, Alexander."

 

"Just Xander please.  Spike only calls me Alexander when he's trying to correct my behavior."

 

"Which is most of the time."  Spike interjected.

 

"I'll leave you to get settled Peter. Xander, Peter didn't arrive with any luggage, just a unique costume.  I was hoping that you'd be so kind."

 

"Say no more, me closet sue closet.  In fact come on upstairs and we'll find you something to wear.  Spike and me thought that..."

 

"Spike and I."

 

The young man stuck his tongue out at his immortal beloved.

 

"Spike and I," Xander used a haughty voice, he paused for effect then continued in his normal voice. "Thought that we'd take you out to dinner.  Sort of a welcome to our pad kind of thing."

 

"If you're certain that it's not too much trouble.  I think I'd enjoy going out."

 

"Great!  Now come on let's find you some threads."

 

Xander grabbed Peter by the hand and almost dragged the bemused man upstairs.  Spike saw Giles out and then joined them.

 

Xander had taken Peter to their bedroom.  Xander's walk in closet adjoined the suite.  Spike walked in to find Xander happily pulling out one shirt after another and laying it on the huge black four poster bed.

 

"I think that this one would really bring out your eyes."  Xander said holding up a blue button down and a pair of black slacks.

 

"Xander, we're going to the most upscale restaurant in this town.  I think this would be better."

 

Spike held up an off white Brooks Brothers one button suit and a blue dress shirt with a banded collar.  What do you think Peter?"

 

"Not bad.  Let me just go and try it on."

 

"Oh and here."  Xander said and threw two packages at their guest. 

 

"Thanks."

 

"They're brand new.  I usually keep several packs of socks and underwear around."

 

"I'll be right back."

 

"Great, we'll just tidy up in here.  Right Luv?"

 

"Of course."

 

"And really Xan, you've got to change.  You show up a Sel de la Terre in jeans and you'll be waiting on us, out in the car."

 

"Alright you pick it out.  I'll wear it."

 

"Goodie, I love playing dress up."

 

The two men's words faded as Peter stepped into the master bath and closed the door.

 

Peter turned and saw a large garden tub.  He longed for a hot bath.  The uniform did allow his skin to breath but it was tight and he usually sweated heavily from exertion when he was in his role of superhero.  He opened the door and stuck his head back in the room.

 

"Guys?  Opps."  He'd just gotten a good look at Spike and Xander kissing, more like devouring each other.

 

"Sorry, mate.  Didn't mean to embarrass you."

 

"It's ok, this is your home.  And it's good to see two people in love."

 

"He's open-minded.  It gives me a happy." 

 

Peter chuckled.  "I just wanted to know if there was time for a bath before we went to dinner."

 

"Are you kidding, they'll hold dinner for us."

 

"Are you sure?"

 

"Peter, Peter, Peter I don't know what Giles has told you, but I happen to be a very wealthy man.  When I hooked up with the boy wonder here I simply transferred some capital and purchased this building, and several other investments.  One is Sel de la Terre."

 

"So that explains it.  Giles is curious as to how Xander would afford to quit work.  Don't worry as I told him your business is just that."

 

"I'll trust your discretion.  Now into the bath with you.  I'll call the restaurant and tell them we're going to be a bit late.  Thank the gods that it's Buffy's night to patrol."

 

Peter closed the door and walked over to the tub.  He opened the taps and it rapidly began to fill with hot steamy water.  As it filled he shed the red and blue costume. 

 

Soon he was lowering himself into the hot water.  A contented sigh escaped his lips as the muscles in his legs and back began to ease.  A hidden sensor somewhere must have kicked in because just then a cascade of bubbles erupted from jets in the sides of the tub.  The water began to work the tension from the muscles in his legs and back.  Peter sighed and leaned back against the tub, his eyes closing in relief.

 

~SM~

 

"So, what do you think about our guest?"  Spike asked Xander as the young man was dressing in a dark green suit.

 

"He looks tired, like he's been through hell and back.  He doesn't have bags under his eyes, those are more like suitcases."

 

"He might have been.  I sensed something, he's not entirely human."

 

Xander turned, his eyes widening.

 

"No he's not a vampire.  It's something else.  I mean I sense almost an animalistic presence within him.  Like he has to consciously control his reactions."

 

"Sounds like a bad way to have to live."

 

"Maybe, I think that staying with us will be good for him.  He won't be wearing that gaudy costume.  He looks like a hero out of the funny books."

 

"Comic books Spike."

 

"Whatever.  Come here I'll tie that for you."

 

"Why do I have to wear a noose and Peter gets a banded collar?"

 

"So I can get a handle on you if need be."  Spike said

 

The blond demonstrated by wrapping the tie around his pale hand and pulling his lover into a searing kiss.

 

"Keep doing that and we'll stay in tonight."

 

"I don't think so."

 

~SM~

 

Peter stood up as the water drained away.  He reached out and grabbed a big fluffy towel and began to dry his skin. 

 

He felt like a new man.  As he looked in the mirror he wished he looked like one.  The dark circles under his eyes looked almost like bruises.  There were fine lines at the corners of his eyes and he could swear that there was gray in his hair.

 

"I'm not that damn old!"  He swore.

 

He shook his head and then reached for the package containing underwear.  He selected a white pair, so there would be no chance of them showing through the light trousers.  He was surprised to find that they were thong underwear.

 

"Great, I get go around with my drawers up my ass all night."

 

 Peter sighed and then pulled on the offending garment.  Beggars could not be choosers.  He put on the shirt and buttoned it to the neck.  The trousers were a perfect fit in the waist, a bit loose but by the look they were meant to be.   He pushed his feet into a pair of black dress socks. 

 

"I hope that one of them wears a size 10.    My red boots will not look good with this suit."

 

He found a bottle of styling gel and a blow dryer.  He quickly tamed the mop of hair into something more suitable to being seen in public.  With that done he put on the jacket.  It too fit well he decided as he worked his arms to get the feel and settle the shoulders.

 

Peter opened the door and stepped back into the bed room.  Spike was sitting on the bed and Xander was brushing his hair.

 

"Well, what do you think?" 

 

Spike and Xander both had to close their mouths.

 

"My clothes look better on you than they do on me.  What size shoe?"

 

"I wear a ten."

 

"Spike, that's your size."

 

"And I have the perfect thing.  If you'll excuse me for a moment."

 

Spike stepped out of the room.  In moments he had returned with a pair of dress shoes that perfectly matched the suit.

 

"You sit down."  Spike said and gave Peter a little push.

 

The vampire tsked at the black socks.  He shook his head.

 

"Good thing I always think ahead."  He reached into a pocket and pulled out a pair of socks that also matched the suit.

 

He pulled off the offending black socks and replaced them with the new ones.  He them helped Peter into the shoes.

 

"Now walk and see how they feel."

 

Peter strode across the room and back.

 

"They're fine."

 

"Good consider the outfit a gift."

 

"I can't."

 

"Yes you can."  Xander piped up.  "You're going to need some clothes while you're here.  We can go shopping tomorrow, while my immortal beloved sleeps the day away."

 

"Thank all the gods I'm loaded.  Otherwise how would I keep ‘em?”  Spike said in a dejected voice, but Peter caught the amused glint in his eye.

 

Spike walked over to the dresser and lifted a cordless phone.  He tapped a quick sequence and held the device to his ear.

 

"Ah, yes Jarvis.  If you would be so good as to bring the car around.  We are ready to go."

 

Spike closed the line and placed the handset back down on the dresser.

 

"Now, if you'll walk this way."

 

"Walk this way."  Xander said and bent over and hobbled to the door.

 

"Not a chance, goof boy."  Peter said with a smile.

 

"Told you I'd get him to smile."  Xander said and then took off down the stairs.

 

"Does he always bounce off the walls?"

 

"Yes, you get accustomed to it after a while.  Then you'd not have him any other way."

 

"I'll take your word for it."

 

They followed the younger man down the stairs and out of the building.  Peter had been led up a back entry so he took in his surroundings.  Everything was glass and chrome.  He almost felt like he was in a New York hotel.

 

The door of the building was opened for them by a uniform clad man.  He was older and he gave a little bow.

 

"Good Evening, Sirs.  Your car awaits."

 

"Thank you Jarvis."  Xander said as he bounded past the man.

 

"Jarvis, this is Peter, you're to keep your tip happy hands to yourself while he's with us.  Is that clear?"

 

"Very clear, sir."

 

Spike wait for the man's affirmation and then slipped a fifty into the open hand.

 

"There, that's a good man.  Now Peter after you, Luv."

 

Peter slid into the car and moved to the center of the wide seat.  Spike sat beside him and Jarvis closed the door with a practiced hand.

 

"Peter, Giles mentioned that you got off to a rocky start with Ms. Congeniality."

 

"Who?"

 

"Buffy, you know the resident Slayer."

 

"You mean the resident bigoted snot?"

 

"Bigoted?"

 

"I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have said anything."

 

"What did she call us?"  Spike said with a slight growl to his voice.

 

"Can we forget I said that?  I mean I don't want to interfere."

 

"You're not interfering, I'm a big boy.  Just tell me what she called us?"

 

"She asked Giles why he was having me stay with the fags."  Peter said with no emotion.

 

"I'll kill her!" 

 

Spikes face changed into that of the demon within.  Peter pulled himself into a tight knot.  He'd not be warned about this.  He leveled his wrists at Spike, just in case he needed to restrain the man.  He hoped that it wouldn't come to that.  Spike had been kind to him.

 

"I'm over two hundred years old and have been called everything nasty imaginable.  I can deal with that she can call me anything but to insult Xander!  I'll feast on her blood!"

 

Xander's hand came up and stroked the ridges of the vampiric face.  He whispered soothing words.

 

"She not worth it, Lover.  Just let it go, come on smooth the face back out.  Please, do it for Xannie."

 

Spike's face reverted to human.  He smiled a soft sad smile.

 

"That bitch doesn't know what kind of a friend she has in you.  Alright, Xannie.  I'll leave her alone.  But mark my words the bitch and this poof are going to have it out before I'm done."

 

"As long as you don't end up in an ashtray and she doesn't wind up in a box."

 

"Peter, are you alright?"

 

"What in the hell just happened?"

 

"Opps. I thought that Giles told you that Spike is a vampire."

 

"Yeah, but he didn't say anything about that...that face."

 

"Sorry about that Luv.  It's part of the deal.  If I get exceptionally angry or have to fight the game face usually slips on."

 

"Game face?"

 

"Yeah, the Scooby gang's term for it."

 

Peter took a deep breath and lowered his arm.  He'd almost blasted Spike with a web line.

 

"Warn a guy next time, ok.  I'd hate to have to tear you free of a web."

 

"Web?"

 

"We have a lot to talk about over dinner."

 

"Speaking of dinner here we are.  Sel de la Terre.  I know such an unimaginative name, but Shay Hellhole was vetoed by Ms. Priss here."

 

Spike put his hand on Xander's thigh as he imparted that little tidbit of knowledge.

 

"Kids go by here on the way home from school, Spike ol' boy.  That name would have set the parents on you in nothing flat."

 

The driver pulled the car under the portico then opened the door.  The three new friends exited.  Spike gave the chauffeur instructions.

 

"We don't stand on ceremony here.  My party will be in a private dining room.  You are to park that monstrosity and come inside.  I've a table booked for you.  Feel free to order what you'd like for dinner."

 

"Thank you sir."

 

Spike motioned for the two men with him to enter the building.  As Xander approached the door it opened automatically and he quickly strode to the Maitre d.

 

"Ok Frenchie.  We're here."

 

"Wonderful, now I can die a happy man."  The Maitre d said in a droll tone.

 

"Keep that up Mate, and you just might.  Die that is."  Spike said as he stepped up to the stand.

 

"Monsieur William."

 

"Can the chatter and show us to the PDR."

 

"Yes sir."

 

The man gathered three menus and led the men to the back of the restaurant.  He opened a set of pocket doors and stepped to one side.

 

Xander was seated by Spike, who then pulled out a chair for Peter.

 

"I've never been treated so well."

 

"You've obviously never been in the company of an English gentleman."

 

"Don't let him fool you.  Tomorrow night we have to patrol.  You'll see a different Spike."

 

"Patrol, what are you patrolling for?"

 

"Just your normal everyday, paranormal stuff.  Witches, vampires, werewolves, demons.  We help keep Sunnydale free of the vermin.  No offense, love."

 

"None taken.  Frenchie!  Bring a bottle of Montra Shay.  I think 1943."

 

"Yes sir."

 

"And send Tara to me."

 

"Yes sir."

 

"Oh boy, we're going to see Spike in action."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"Tara is Willow's girlfriend.  She manages Sel de la Terre.  Spike's got a hard-on for Frenchie I do believe."

 

"Do you mind?  I wish you'd talk with a bit more refinement.  He insulted my partner; I do not want him working here."

 

"So who's Willow?"

 

"Oh, that's right you haven't met anyone else except Buffy and Giles.  Willow is the Scooby's resident witch."

 

"Let me get this straight.  Your group fights witches, vampires, demons, and werewolves.  Yet you have a long term commitment with a vampire, and a witch on the team?"

 

"Make that two witches."  A brunette woman said as she strode up to the table.

 

"Hello, I'm Tara."  She extended a hand.  Peter shook it.  "Giles called, you're the hero from another dimension?  As for your question, Willow is a witch as am I.  We're good witches."

 

"Any thing else I should know?  Any werewolves on the team?"

 

"No.  Oz, Willow's ex left Sunnydale after they broke up."

 

"Willow was involved with a werewolf?  And Buffy dated Angel?"

 

"That's right.  I guess it just goes to show that there are exceptions to every rule."

 

"This is confusing."

 

"Excuse me for interrupting; however I really need to get back to work.  Spike you asked to see me?"

 

"Tara, please tell me you've got another Maitre d in training."

 

"Not really, what happened?"

 

Spike related the situation briefly.

 

Tara held up a hand and motioned for the man who was standing outside the private dining room.  He approached.

 

"Pierre, please tell me you know who these people are."

 

"Oui la Madame, William, and Xander, I have not met the other gentleman."

 

"William and Xander are partners in this establishment.  If you value your job I suggest that you apologize for the remark that you made when Xander came in."

 

The man's eyes almost popped out of his head.  He made an effort to swallow.

 

"Please forgive me.  I did not know.  My behavior was inexcusable.  If you wish I'll gather my belongings and depart."

 

"Keep your station, Pierre.  Just don't let it happen again.  And remember Xander has just as much right to fire your ass out of here as I do."

 

"Yes sir."

 

The man gave a quick bow and retreated.

 

"I wish you'd learn to talk with a bit more couth."  Xander teased.

 

"Don't push it, Luv."

 

"If you're ready to order I'm on the way back to the kitchen."  Tara offered.

 

"Filet Minion, medium rare.  Baked potato and a garden salad with bleu cheese dressing."  Xander stated.

 

"God, here comes that funky breath."

 

"Please Spike, I love bleu cheese."

 

"Whatever, I'll have the usual."

 

"A flagon of our best red wine?"

 

"Yes, type O sounds appealing."

 

Peter hadn't even looked at the menu.  He looked at the two men.

 

"What do you recommend?"

 

"The prime rib is simply to die for, no pun intended."

 

"Prime rib it is then, medium well, baked potato and a chef salad with bleu cheese dressing on the side."  Spike made a face at his choice of dressing.

 

"Alright gentlemen.  I'll take these to the kitchen and would you care to order drinks?"

 

"Already done, Ducks."

 

"Enjoy your meal."

 

Tara left closing the pocket doors behind her.  Outside she admonished the erring employee.  Spike may have been placated but she would take longer and a lot more sweat.

 

"Peter tell us about you.  We know hardly anything except that you showed up in that blinding costume."

 

"I'm a freelance photographer, and a college student.  Back during my senior year of high school I was bitten by a radioactive spider.  It changed me.  I got extremely sick and passed out.  When I woke up I had a hard body, the strength and agility of a spider, as well as the ability to spin webs.  I took on the name Spiderman and began to hunt down criminals in New York City."

 

"You mentioned webs in the car.  Could you demonstrate?"

 

Peter looked around then lifted an arm and flexed his hand.  There was a 'psst' and a web shot out and across the room.  It settled in a corner unfolding into a perfect circle of gossamer lines.

 

"Kewl!"  Xander said and started to bound over to it.

 

"Don't touch it.  It has an adhesive quality and a tensile strength that is equal to that of a steel cable of the same diameter.  It can hold Buffy."

 

"You're kidding!   You shot Buffy with that?  Why?"

 

"Let's just say that she was being her charming self and leave it at that."

 

"No, Pete old boy give us details."

 

"When I arrived she called me a kook in a red suit.  I got angry and challenged her.  When she couldn't lay a hand on me she tried a throwing star, I caught it in midair.  So then she tried to intimidate me by bending a steel bar, I believe her words were 'Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out of town.'  Anyway I bent the bar into a pretzel.  She got really pissed and started to charge me, like a bull.  I didn't want it to come to blows so I restrained her by sticking her to the wall."

 

"Alright Peter!  I knew that I liked you from the start.  I'd have paid good money to see that."

 

"Should you just leave that hanging there?  What if someone else gets stuck in it after we're gone?"

 

"It dissolves in about an hour.  Otherwise the Mayor would have run me out of New York years ago.  Besides I saw a fly in here."

 

"Ah you don't actually..." Xander let the question die.

 

"What eat flies?  Yuck!  I may be part spider but my digestive tract is still entirely human.  I just meant that the web might possibly catch it and it could be disposed of."

 

"That's good to hear."

 

Spike handed Peter a glass of wine, and then gave one to his lover.

 

"This you've got to try.  It's nectar."

 

Peter sipped at the wine and nodded.

 

"Very nice.  I don't usually drink.  It's too expensive, and I'm not really into wine."

 

"Give me that.  Pierre!  Wallabedarns all around and keep them coming!"

 

"Yes sir."

 

"What about the wine?"

 

"Tonight is a tonight for feasting and frolicking as it were, on the management.  Enjoy Peter, we're friends here.  We've the limo outside so no one has to drive home.  You look like you could use some liqueur in your system."

 

"And some fun in you life."  Xander added.

 

Pierre brought in the drinks and left.

 

"Here."  Spike pressed the frosty glass into Peter's hand.

 

Peter sipped at the drink and smiled.  He was smooth and light and fruity.  He wasn't much of a wine drinker but this he could handle.

 

"So you know about me and Spike.  Did you leave anyone behind?  Anyone special I mean?"

 

"No, there was a girl once.  I loved her from the time I was a kid.  She had red hair and green eyes.  She never would notice me.  Of course, I was your typical geek until the spider bite.   After that happened she finally did notice me, but I couldn't return the feelings anymore.  I mean well it's complicated but she'd been put in danger because one of the first super villains I took on figured out who I was and kidnapped her.  So I couldn't allow her to be put in jeopardy.  That and with my strength I was afraid that I might not be able to..."

 

"Maintain your strict control?  Yes, my friend I've noticed.  You constantly monitor yourself."

 

"I have to.  I can't deal with anymore blood on my hands."

 

Xander and Spike looked at him quizzically.

 

Just then the food was served.  Pierre brought in more drinks and they were left alone again.

 

Peter wasn't very hungry.  Old emotions of self loathing had been brought to the surface.

 

"It may help to talk about it."

 

"I can't."

 

"You can, you probably need to."  We're not here to judge, we're your friends."  Xander said.

 

Peter looked at the two men.  The concern was etched on their faces.  They were truly worried about him. He'd been isolated for so long, holding everyone at arms length to keep from hurting or being hurt.  He fought back tears.  He took another drink and steeled himself.

 

"Right after I was bitten, I decided that I'd make Mary Jane notice me.  She lived next door.  One night I was taking out the trash and she had stormed out of her home.  I heard her father screaming at her.

 

We talked for a few minutes.  Then her boyfriend, Flash drove up in his birthday present.  He already had a new car but his grandfather decided that he needed a Corvette. 

 

Mary Jane was majorly impressed.  So I decided that I needed a sports car.  However, I had been orphaned and was living with my elderly aunt and uncle.  We didn't have a lot of money.  Not for something like a sports car.  So I was looking through the paper at used cars.  I found one that I could just possibly afford if I took on a job.  I was going to look in the classifieds but an ad caught my eye.  It was an ad looking for people to get into the ring against the champion wrestler Bone Saw.  I thought 'Why not,' I threw together a costume.  The ad said colorful characters were a must.  I planned everything very carefully.  Except one thing.  Uncle Ben decided to drive me to the "library" that day.  I had gotten in a fight a couple of days earlier with Flash.  I'd stumbled on my web slinging ability by accident.  We were in the lunch room and I pulled his lunch off the table and onto the floor.  Uncle Ben was worried about me.  He said that I was becoming the person who I would be for the rest of my life.  He wanted to make certain that I was careful in my choices.  He said that he didn't mean to lecture and he knew he wasn't my father.  I told him that something weird was happening, but I'd figure it out.  I wasn't going to become a criminal and then I told him not to pretend he was.  I hurt him, I could see it on his face.  He told me he'd be back to pick me up that night.  I said ok and then after he'd left I went to the arena.  I changed into the clothes I'd brought and signed up.  They put me in a cage match.  I'd knocked the champion out in less than a minute."

 

"So did you get the car?"  Xander asked.

 

"No, the manger threw a C note at me and told me that the agreement was for three minutes.  I was so mad that I stormed out.  I was walking toward the elevator and this guy is running down the hall screaming hold the door! I stepped aside and let him pass.  I found out that he'd just robbed the manager.  The man yelled at me saying that I could have taken the guy apart why did I let him get away with his money.  I threw his line back at him.  How is that my problem?  I then left the building.  Outside there was a crowd.  I heard someone say that they were calling an ambulance there had been a carjacking.  It was like the crowd parted and, and I saw my Uncle Ben lying there on the ground.  He was bleeding from a gun shot wound.  I told him I was there and he spoke my name and then he died.  If I had just stopped that robber then he might still be alive."

 

The tears were now rolling freely down Peter's cheeks.  He gasped for breath.

 

"Ruddy hell.  Peter you couldn't have known!  It was not your fault pet."

 

Spike and Xander had moved to kneel at each side of their new friend, to try to give him some small measure of comfort.

 

"I know that it wasn't my fault, but then I had to face Aunt Mae.  My heart broke.  All because I wanted to buy a car to impress Mary Jane.  Then to top it off she told he while I was standing at Uncle Ben's grave that she loved me.  I just couldn't.  I hated her, because she cost me the only father that I had ever known."

 

Spike reached and pulled Peter's head onto his shoulder.  He's hands rubbing soothingly up and down the man's back.

 

"Cry it out Love, let it all out."  Spike felt the sting in the corner of his eyes that heralded the blood tears.  He grabbed a napkin and blotted his eyes.

 

Xander held Peter's hand and spoke soothing words as well.  His own eyes had filled to overflowing.  The pain in this young man touched him, he wanted to take it away and give Peter a new life, one filled with happiness and love.  If only he knew how.

 

Peter allowed himself to grieve.  He'd never let it out.  His pain washed up and over him threatening to drown him in the abyss.  It seemed like hours had gone by when the sobs that had ripped at his very soul grew weaker and then stopped.

 

"Thank you both.  I think I needed that."  He managed to whisper.

 

"Tell you what, I'll get some to go boxes and we'll go back to the house.  We can talk more privately there."

 

"Your foods gone cold."

 

"That's what a mickeywave is for.  Don't worry about it."

 

Xander strode off to speak to Pierre.

 

"You've never told anyone else about what happened, eh pet?"

 

"No one.  I couldn't trust anyone."

 

"Then we're both doubly honored.  To be your friends and to be trusted with your secret.  We're here for you Luv.  We're not going anywhere and if I have anything to say about it you're not either for a while at least.  We'll help you deal with the past."

 

"That night taught me a lesson, with great power comes great responsibility."

 

"That's true, but Peter I've power and others here have it as well.  We've shouldered the responsibility yet manage to have reasonably normal lives.  I don't see any reason that you shouldn't be able too as well."

 

"I couldn't take the chance.  If I let someone in they could be hurt."

 

"Or you could be hurt, and you've already enough pain in you that you couldn't risk more.  I know the feeling all too well."

 

Xander returned and began to pile their food into boxes.  When he was done Spike took Peter's arm and they all walked out of the restaurant. 

 

The driver had noticed Xander getting the boxes and had the car ready.  He held open the door and they entered. 

 

In a short time they were back at the penthouse.  Xander had handed Peter a pair of PJ's and told him to get comfortable.

 

When Peter came back down stairs he was greeted by Spike who was now clad in black satin pajamas, Xander was wearing a pair of Tigger Pajamas with feet.  Peter almost fell over laughing.

 

"Where did you.  Find those Xan?"  Peter asked in between laughs.

 

"I told you they'd get a laugh out of him."

 

"Yes you did.  Now please go and put on some grownup clothes.  You're making me feel like a pedophile."

 

"Okey Dokey!"  Xander said and bounded up the stairs.

 

The two men heard as he left.

 

"The wonderful thing about Tiggers, a Tiggers a wonderful thing!  Their tops are made out of rubber; their bottoms are made out of spring!"

 

They both dissolved in paroxysms of laughter.

 

"That's my boy.  Yes he is.  Always good for a giggle."

 

Xander returned and they began talking.  They talked into the early hours of the morning.  Tears were shed but always there was laughter not too far behind.

 

Xander finally opened up and told about his childhood.  The son of an alcoholic father who abandoned him and his mother.  The woman had grown cold and hateful.  She blamed Xander and had begun to abuse him.  He told them of the nights that he would crawl into his bed and wake in the morning to find the sheets were now pink with his blood from wounds that she had inflicted.

 

Spike held Xander as he began to unload his own baggage.  The fear of his mother, that she was right.  What if his dad did leave because of him?  The emotional pain that he wasn't good enough.  He'd finally found his outlet, he made everyone laugh.  The laughter seemed to help ease his torment.

 

"Pet, you're not to blame any more than Peter was for his situation.  You were the victim.  And as for not being good enough."  Spike put a hand under the quivering chin and made Xander look him in the eye.  "You're much much more than just good enough, you're perfect.  I love you."

 

Spike kissed Xander.  The younger man molding his body into that of the blond man.

 

Peter was almost jealous of the unconditional love that he saw in Spike's eyes for the young man.  Almost but not quite.  He couldn't allow himself to be jealous of the support that Xander so obviously needed.

 

"And you,” Spike said and pulled Peter to him.  "Are just as special."

 

Spike then did something that startled Peter.  The man kissed him gently on the mouth.  Xander then leaned over and followed Spike's example.

 

A chime went off in the background.

 

"I really hate to break this up, but it’s almost dawn, and I really hate burns.  So if you'll excuse me, I have to go to bed."

 

"Can you sleep, Peter?  I could give something to help?"

 

"I think I could sleep for a week."

 

"We'll put off the shopping expedition until we're all feeling up to it."

 

The three men went upstairs.  Peter was shown to an enormous bed room. 

 

"Get in that bed and sleep yourself out."  Spike growled, but Peter saw the small smile.

 

He slid into the bed and felt like a child again as Spike tucked in the covers.  The lights were turned off and Peter almost immediately fell into a deep healing sleep.

 

Spike and Xander retired to the master bedroom.  They pulled the heavy curtains that surrounded their bed.

 

"So what do you think about Peter?"

 

"So much pain, for someone so young."  Xander said.

 

"Looks who's talking.  Why didn't you ever tell me?"

 

"I was afraid."

 

"Of what?"

 

"That you might go game face and go after her."

 

"I might, unless you ask me not to."

 

"Please don't.  She's still my mom."

 

"Alright then I won't.  It's not like she'll ever hurt you again.  Now come here."

 

"Hey, is that Mr. Pointy in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

 

"You're insane."

 

"Yep!"

 

Spike stopped the talking the only way he found that worked.  He kissed Xander within an inch of his life.

 

Xander broke the kiss and slipped outside the curtained bed.  He returned a moment later with a giant sized bottle of lube.

 

"If you think you're sleeping after that, think again, stud!"

 

"The things I do for love!"  Spike said with a wicked grin on his face.

 

~SM~

 

Peter turned over.  His eyes flew open.  He couldn't remember for the life of him where he was.  All he knew was this wasn't his room.

 

He stood up and it hit him square in the face.  Madame Webb.  Sunnydale. 

 

"Oh shit." 

 

"Something wrong?" 

 

Peter heard the familiar voice outside in the hall.  He stepped out and almost fainted.  It was Spike, but a changed Spike.

 

"You slept the clock around, pet.  You needed the rest."

 

"Ah, Spike?  What's with the getup?"

 

"Patrol tonight, pet.  Me and Xan."

 

Peter was still trying to get a handle on his reaction to this version of Spike.  He was dressed in skin tight blue jeans, a white tee and a leather duster.  His feet were encased in sturdy black leather boots and a cigarette hung from his lip.

 

Xander stepped out of the bedroom that he and his lover shared.  His transformation was more subtle.  He was basically dressed in the same manner as when he and Peter first met.  He was wearing a black denim jacket and carried a crossbow slung across his back.

 

"If you can wait, I'll get dressed and go to.  I don't really know what the deal is but I did offer to help."

 

"Peter, I slipped in while you were sleeping and put a few things in the closet.  One rule, wear black."

 

"Gotcha."

 

Peter stepped back into the room and opened the closet.  He was stunned.  A few things Xander had said.  The closet was nearly full of clothing. 

 

Peter found a pair of black jeans and a black tank.  And low and behold a black leather bomber.  He pulled out a fresh pair of underwear and socks and began to quickly dress.  In a matter of minutes he stood and looked at himself in the mirror.  He almost didn't recognize himself.

 

Peter as a matter of security almost always dressed in geek wear.  It helped mask his physical form as well as helping to convince people that he was timid.  When he wasn't the nerd he was Spidy so he really never had a chance to dress in cool clothes, much less as a bad boy.  He found a pair of black low cut boots.  He slid his feet into them.  If necessary he could kick them off and be able to climb walls.

 

"Hey Pete!  We've got to go."  Spike called.

 

"I'm coming!"

 

"Well stop that shit and get the lead out."

 

"Ha ha, very funny."

 

Peter stepped back out in the hall and was delighted by the expressions that greeted him.  Spike almost had to pickup his jaw from the floor, and poor Xander was just standing there staring at him, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

 

"I repeat they look better on you than me.  Damn, this just isn't fair." Xander said forcing himself to look away.

 

"Let's move.  We'll start at the park, move through the residential district and end up in the graveyard."

 

"Don't forget, we have to meet with the Scoobies at the library around 2am."

 

"How could I forget?"

 

Peter followed the two men as they led him out of the building by way of the parking garage. 

 

Spike and Xander hopped on two motorcycles.  Spike kicked his to life. Xan inserted a key and started his.

 

"Just hop on pet!"  Spike called over the revving motor.

 

"Sure it's safe?"

 

"Safest thing you'll ever have against your bum, mate!"  Xander said imitating Spike's accent.

 

Peter blushed and grabbed onto Spike as the bike roared out of the garage. 

 

They cruised through the residential areas of Sunnydale but found nothing of importance. 

 

Several times both bikes pulled over to allow them to converse.

 

"Man its dead in Sunnyhell tonight."

 

"Yeah it's quiet, too damn quiet."  Spike replied.

 

"It's like they know that something’s about to break loose and they're waiting to see what happens."

 

"Xan, who is they?"  Peter asked.

 

"The vampires, demons, ghosts, witches and typically everything that goes bump in the night."

 

"Let's hit the cemetery, they we'll pop in on Bitchy, I mean Buffy and the gang."  Spike said and kicked his bike back to life.

 

"Great, just what I need my daily dose of blonde bimbo."  Peter said and grabbed Spike's waist as the vampire popped a wheelie.

 

Spike's bubble butt slid back tightly against Peter's crotch.  The reaction was almost electric.  Peter felt the heat rise in his face as the already tight jeans became uncomfortably so.

 

*Oh shit!  Pete, you're not gay.  You are not gay!  What the hells going on here.*

 

Peter tried to slide back a bit.  He struggled to get his body under control.  However thoughts invaded his mind.  He imagined Spike as Michelangelo’s David.  Xander and Spike as the Lovers.  His cock was so hard he was afraid that it would burst into flames.

 

*Guess what Petey ol' boy.  You are so gay!* 

 

Just then the bike stopped.  Xander skidded to a halt beside them.  Peter got off, hoping that neither would notice his "condition".  He tried to covertly adjust himself.  He need not have tried.  Spike and Xander were both doing the same thing.

 

"It's ok Pete; it's the vibration of the engine.  It's a pleasant side effect."  Xander explained.

 

"Yeah, yeah the bike.  Of course."  Peter said trying to play it off.

 

Spike looked up at him and winked.  His eyes dancing with merriment.

 

*Oh shit he knows.  Of course he knows you idiot.  You almost penetrated his ass through two layers of denim.* Peter flushed hotly as he admonished himself.

 

"Xan, you go that way.  Peter and I'll circle around and we'll meet on the other side.  From there we'll cut back through the center and return here."

 

"Gotcha."  Xander said as he unslung his crossbow.  He pulled back the string and placed a quarrel in the groove.

 

Spike pulled a short sword from a hidden scabbard at the back of his neck.

 

"Here, Luv.  Take this."  Spike pulled a wicked looking axe from under his duster and held it out toward Peter.

 

"What's this for?"

 

"It's consecrated against demons.  One nick and it'll send one of those buggers straight back to hell where 'e belongs.  Shall we go?"

 

Spike and Peter began to walk the perimeter of the old graveyard.  Spike paid close attention to the mausoleums, checking seals that he and the Slayer had put into place.  They also checked behind the bigger stones, making certain that no one was hiding behind them.  The sweep was clear.  Nothing out of the ordinary.

 

They reached the half way mark and Xander was waiting.  His crossbow held at the ready.

 

"Find anything?"

 

"No, what about you and Pete?"

 

"Not a bloody thing.  This is too quiet.  Almost like the regular goulies are too frightened to come out."

 

"Let's get to the bikes.   We need to see what G-man has come up with in little book of prophesy."

 

The three of them started walking quickly through the graveyard.  The only light was that of the full moon overhead.    Peter didn't watch where he was going.  He fell into an open grave.

 

"Oh fuck!"  He shouted as he landed in a pile of satin.  He then realized that he was in an open coffin.

 

Peter bounded up and to the left.  He landed lightly on his feet but dropped to an attack crouch.  He looked back down and saw that there was no body.

 

"Either you've got body snatchers or --” The remark was cut off by a feral snarl.

 

"New vampire.  Just risen."  Spike said calmly.

 

Xander didn't speak he leveled his crossbow and took aim.  He squeezed the trigger.  With a low twang the string tightened and threw the quarrel into the air.

 

"Roarrr!" 

 

There was the sound of a muffled thud and then a cloud of dust replaced the twisted figure that had standing in shadows nearby.

 

"Gotcha sucker."  Xander said in quiet triumph.

 

"Not so quiet after all, huh Luv?"  Spike said.  "

 

"It was just a newbie.  He didn't know enough to lay low.  I'm still convinced that there's gonna be trouble, that starts with 'T' and rhymes with 'B', that stands for Buffy lets move."

 

"Ugh, do we have to?"  Peter asked.

 

"She's the Slayer, man.  That horde is after her and nothing is gonna get in their way."  Xander said.

 

"They'll tear Sunnyhell to pieces if they're not stopped.  Come on, Peter.  I can't stand her either but we'd better scoot."

 

"Sure, do you mind if I ride with Xander?"

 

"You might get a crossbow in the eye."

 

"Take this for me Spike."  Xander held out the weapon.

 

Spike took it and slung it across his back.  He leapt on his bike gave a strong kick and was gone.

 

Xander started his bike with the key and Peter climbed on.  He wrapped his arms around the slender waist. 

 

"Hold on!"  Xander popped a wheelie.

 

*Damn it!  He hasn't done that all night!* 

 

Peter's thought was cut off as his body reacted again to the pressure of a firm ass against him.

 

*Cold water!  Dead skunk!  Buffy naked!* The last thought worked.  His body settled back down with a painful twitch.

 

*Well Petey it’s settled the thought of a young nubile blonde girl with big tits and you go limp.  You are so gay.  You're gayer than gay!*

 

"You alright?"

 

"Yeah."  Peter shouted back.  

 

“Hang on, Spike’s got a good lead but I know a shortcut!”

 

The young man veered the bike off to the left.  Peter’s spider sense cast itself ahead.  He sensed a steep drop to the right and numerous pot holes in the rough road ahead. 

 

Xander accelerated the bike, his body leaning and weaving in an almost choreographed pattern.  The machine beneath them responded to his slightest shift in balance. 

 

It seemed like hours making the passage, until they were out and back on the main road.  Peter realized that only a few short minutes had passed.

 

Peter looked back and saw a single light behind them.  He realized that they had indeed come out ahead of Spike. 

 

Xander poured the speed on.  Spike would be trying to gain on them. 

 

“He’s gonna tear me a new one.  He hates it when I shoot the Gap.”

 

Xander had only used that particular short cut once.  Spike had screamed at him.  “You’re mortal!  You could be killed!”  The words shot through his mind.  Yes he’d just screwed up, and he’d pay for that later.

 

The two bikes roared through the town.  The gates of the campus were open, Giles was there.  Xander pulled up in front of the library.  Spike was only a couple of seconds behind.

 

Xander and Peter both got off the bike.  Xander turned to face Spike.  He was conscious of “the look”.  Spike didn’t say a word or betray one hint of emotion.  He simply gave a curt nod of his head.

 

“Shall we?”

 

Xander groaned inwardly.  It was worse than he thought.  Spike was royally pissed.  He’d catch it hot at the hands and tongue of his lover.

 

Peter and Spike entered the building.  Peter turned back.

 

“Are you coming in?”

 

“Yeah.  I’ll be right there.”

 

Xander stepped inside and followed Peter down the hallway.  They entered the stacks and came out on the mezzanine overlooking the library proper.  The Scoobies were gathered at the round table.

 

“Ah, Spike, Xander and our visitor, so good of you to come.  We’ve been waiting.”

 

“Sorry we were on patrol.”

 

“So what did you find?”

 

“Boresville.  The only thing we ran into was a newly risen vampire.  I dusted him.”

 

“It’s a shame you didn’t miss.”  Buffy said nonchalantly, glancing at Spike.

 

“Listen to me!”  Peter raged.  “I’ve about had enough of your attitude!  This man…”

 

“Man?  You call Spike a man?  He’s a monster.”

 

“No, he’s not a monster Buffy.  You’ve become one.”  Xander said his voice a deadly whisper.

 

“Spike and Xander have both been good to me.  I’m a stranger here and they took me in, gave me clothing.  They’ve showed more kindness and humanity than you have.  Who do you think you are?  So you’re a super powered teenager.  I’m far superior in strength, agility and morals.  You’re a spoiled brat that gets her panties in a bunch because you’re jealous of what they have!”

 

“How dare you!”  Buffy screamed.

 

“How dare I?  How dare you abuse your abilities!  In my world those of us who are endowed with unusual abilities practice tolerance!  Our very nature demands it!”

 

“Are we gonna talk?  Or are you ready to fight?”  Buffy said as she took on an aggressive posture.

 

“Been there done that.  I’m outta here.  Deal with your demons by yourself.”  Peter stood up and stormed out of the library.

 

“See ya!”  Spike snarled and followed.  Xander was right behind him. 

 

Willow and Tara both stood up.  “We’ve had it too.  You act like a bitch toward Xander and Spike, what about Tara and me?  Are we targets of your bigotry as well?  I’m not hanging around to feel your ire.”

 

Tara and Willow both stormed out.

 

“Xander, Spike, Peter wait for us!”

 

Buffy huffed.  She turned to face her Watcher.

 

“Well Giles, looks like it’s just you and me.  The way it should be, the Slayer and her Watcher.”

 

“Actually it’s just you.  I’m leaving as well.”

 

“You can’t!  You’re my Watcher, the Council…”

 

“I was removed by the council if you remember.  After you dismissed Ethan I stepped back in.  However I have not been restored to my position.  I am Watcher at my pleasure.  When you’re ready to grow up, I’ll be waiting.”

 

Giles walked out.  He met Spike and the others outside.

 

“Bloody hell even you?”  Spike was astonished.

 

“Even I have my limits.  I hope that this will snap her out of whatever she’s been wallowing in.  I know that she’s gone through more than any one should ever have to but it’s no excuse.”

 

“Shall we reconvene at the penthouse?”  Xander asked.

 

“We still have to come up with a way to deal with the ensuing horde.” 

 

“I’ve my research.”  Giles said and indicated his briefcase.

 

“We’ll meet at the penthouse tomorrow night.  I’m too angry right now to accomplish anything.”  Peter interjected.

 

What the wall crawler most wanted was to pull on his blue and red suit and swing through the streets of Manhattan.  He needed to work out his frustrations.  He needed to process everything he’d realized this night.

 

“It’s agreed then we’ll meet again tomorrow night.  Buffy is on Patrol tomorrow so none of us will have to bother with that.  We have to figure this out, or there will be hell to pay.  Besides I can use another twenty-four hours to further my research.”

 

The girls and Giles got into their cars and drove off.  Xander looked up and saw Buffy standing at a window looking down on the scene below.  When she noticed his glaze she quickly turned away.

 

“I’ll meet you back at the house.  I need some time alone.”  Peter said as kicked out of the shoes and quickly spun a pouch of webbing.  He threw them in and then climbed quickly up the wall.

 

When he reached the top he looked around, he saw what he needed a cell tower.  He threw a web and swung away into the night.

 

“We need to talk; about a lot of things.”  Spike said then got on his bike and drove away.

 

Xander followed him into the dark.

 

~SM~

 

They had stored away their motorcycles and rode the elevator up in silence.  Spike paused at the door and unlocked it.  He stepped inside and Xander followed.

 

As soon as the door snapped shut, Spike whirled on him.  There was fear in his eyes but his lips were pulled back in an angry grimace.

 

“Why do you insist on risking your life with foolishness?  I’m immortal you’re not!  Do you want my death?  For the day that you die is the day that I walk into the sun.  Xander, I love you and I can’t go on living without you.”  The last was delivered in a sorrowful whisper as Spike collapsed onto a nearby sofa. 

 

Xander pulled Spike into his arms.  He wiped away the blood tears that had spilled from the corners of those blue eyes.

 

“I wasn’t thinking, Spike.  I promise I won’t do it again.  Please, Baby don’t talk about going into the sun.  I don’t want you to ever do that.”

 

“I can’t live without you Xan.”

 

“We have no choice.  I can’t let you turn me.  I’d lose my soul.”

 

“Not now, the Master demon.  He changed me.  My blood could turn you without making you lose what it is that makes you Xander.”

 

“How do you know?”

 

“He warned me that if I created a new childe, that childe would suffer my affliction.”

 

“Affliction?”

 

“Being ensouled.”

 

“I can’t discuss that right now.  We’ve time to deal with that.”

 

“That’s what I love about you mortals, always thinking there’s plenty of time left.  Living like there’s no danger around the corner.”

 

“You’ve not fed enough, I can tell by your color, or lack of.”  Xander bared his neck.

 

“Xan.”

 

“Drink my immortal beloved.  I trust you with my heart and my life.”

 

Spike kissed the sensual lips, allowing his mouth to slide down the column of the long lean neck.

 

“Love you, Xan.”  Spike said and willed the ecstasy to overtake his lover.  

 

His elongated canines gently pierced the tender skin.  The blood poured into his mouth, the sweet nectar of his beloved.  He took two small swallows then forced himself to stop.  He staunched the blood flow.  He bit his tongue and dripped a tiny amount of blood on the two punctures.  The wound healed immediately.  He lay back and pulled the swooning man to him.

 

They dozed for awhile.

 

~SM~

 

Xander woke gradually it was like waking from a dream.  He felt Spike’s arms holding him.  He gently opened those pale arms and sat up.

 

“Boo.”

 

“Boo yourself.”

 

“Love you Xan.”

 

“I love you too, but there’s something we need to discuss.”

 

Spike sat up and looked Xander in the eye.  The two men said the same word.

 

“Peter.”

 

~SM~

 

The tower gave Peter a view of the surrounding area.  It wasn’t anything like he was accustomed to.  No skyscrapers blotting out everything.  The town of Sunnydale was surrounded on all sides by forestland.

 

“Madame.”  He started. 

 

Peter shook his head, he’d started this.  He would see it through.  Whatever the cost he would stick it out.  He sighed and continued to stare, not focusing on anything.

 

“I’ve got to tell them.  I’ll probably have to find somewhere else to crash.  Oh well no time like the present.”

 

Peter snapped a line and lowered himself down to the ground.

 

~SM~

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Abso-fucking-lutely.  If you’re open to the idea.”

 

“I think it’s a great idea.  I mean we both know that he’s attracted to us, right?”

 

“Well I did feel a pretty fat cock between my cheeks…”

 

“Me too.”

 

“So how do we do this?”

 

 

~SM~

 

Peter found that he could make pretty good time in spite of the loss of the big buildings.  He leapt from rooftop to rooftop.  Soon he was dropping on to a balcony outside the penthouse.

 

“Hey!  I’m back!”  He called; the exertion of the trip had lightened his mood.

 

“Great!  I need your help.”  Spike said

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“Just come here.  Xander’s stuck in that damn contraption and I can’t get near it!”

 

“What contraption?”

 

“His bloody tanning bed!”

 

Peter went to the door that Spike indicated and went inside. 

 

“Pete!  Help!  The lid won’t open!”

 

“What happened?”  Peter said as he grabbed the top of the offending tanning bed and forced it to rise along the track.

 

“I don’t know, maybe it blew a fuse.”  Xander stood up.

 

A totally nude Xander stood up.  A totally nude Xander with a tight little body and a big…

 

“Whoa!  What are you doing, Xan?  Spike will…”

 

“Spike doesn’t mind.” 

 

An equally nude Spike came to stand behind him.  He felt cool lips against his neck.  Xander pulled him down and kissed him soundly.  His lips parted and a warm, minty tongue probed his mouth.

 

Peter pulled back, gasping.

 

“What’s going on here?”

 

“Don’t you want us?”  Xander asked. 

 

“You two are in a committed relationship.”

 

Spike turned him around.

 

“That’s right we are, and we’d both like to include you.  Don’t get this wrong.  I mean gods what were we thinking.  We don’t just want a one night stand, Peter.  You’re special and Xan and I both want to include you in our family.  That is if you think you could care about us.”

 

“I was going to tell you that I was attracted to you both.  I figured that you’d throw me out and Giles would hopefully find me another place to crash.”

 

“NO!”  The two naked men said at once. 

 

“You’re not going anywhere.  Not even if you don’t want to pursue anything with us.”  Spike shook Peter by the shoulders to emphasize his words.

 

“Do you want to be more than friends, Peter?”  Xander asked softly.

 

“Oh, yes.  More than anything.”

 

Spike took Peter by one hand, Xander took the other and they led him through the house to their bedroom.  Peter flushed as they began to slowly undress him.

 

“You’re so beautiful, Peter.”  Spike said as he removed Peter’s shirt.  He kissed Peter’s full lips.  Peter pulled the vampire to him.  He reveled in the kiss, the coolness of Spike’s hard muscled body.

 

Spike stepped back, allowing Xander to take his place.  Peter leaned into the young man and claimed his mouth.  The difference was incredible, in contrast to Spike’s cool body, Xander radiated heat the play of the muscles under the smooth skin set Pete’s blood to racing.

 

Spike unbuttoned the fly and pulled down the snug jeans.  Peter lifted one foot and then the other to allow the offending garment to be tossed aside.

 

Xander put a hand on his chest and pushed him back on the bed.  Spike helped him to move upward to rest his head on the soft pillows.  Peter’s eyes almost aflame with desire looked up at the blond man.  Spike gently but firmly pinched one of Peter’s nipples.  He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.

 

Xander pulled off first one sock and then the other.  He kissed the long finely boned toes, and then sucked one into his mouth.

 

“Oh god!”  Peter gasped.

 

“Have you ever been with another man, Lover?”  Spike asked.

 

“Never.  Oh god!  Keep that up Xan and I’m not gonna last long.”

 

“You want to shag Xander, Peter?  Wanna feel that big cock of yours sinking into his tight little butt?”

 

“Yes.”  Peter turned a bright red and tried to hide his face.

 

“No, no need to be shy about it.  It’s what we want too.”

 

Xander moved to lie beside Peter.  Spike helped their insecure partner to move into position.  Peter gasped as a cool hand began to smooth warm gel on to his painfully hard cock.

 

“Hold it at the base and press into Xander right here.”  Spike said as he held one of Xander’s legs and pointed the young man’s entrance.

 

“Won’t I hurt him?”

 

“He ready, just put it inside.”

 

“Please Peter!”  Xander gasped.

 

Peter did as Spike instructed.  He felt the guardian muscle loosen and he slid inside with a shuddering gasp.  He paused trying to regain his control.

 

Xander pulled him closer, wrapping his legs around Peter’s narrow waist.  The young man’s head was thrown back a look of sheer bliss on his face.

 

“Fuck me, Pete!”  Xander cried out.

 

The velvety heat of Xander’s snug passage was almost too much.  Peter pulled out and pushed back in slowly.

 

“Harder!  Please faster!  Oh gods deeper!  Yeah deeper!”

 

He bucked his hips trying to settle into a rhythm, his groin making a muffled ‘whump’ as his body made contact with Xander’s writhing form beneath him.  He felt Spike’s cool hand caressing his back.  He felt a shift and then a cool wet tongue sought out his own entrance.

 

“Oh, I’m gonna!”

 

“Shoot it baby!  Fill me up!”

 

Peter’s body spasmed as he exploded deep inside Xander.  The tight muscles surrounding him began to squeeze him tightly as Xander too began to moan with his own release. 

 

Spike moved to kneel by Xander, kissing the man deeply as he climaxed.  When the waves of pleasure had subsided Spike leaned down and licked the hot cum from Xander’s belly. 

 

Peter licked his lips.  Spike moved toward him, he moved in slowly giving the inexperienced man a chance to turn away.  Peter closed the gap and sealed his lips over Spike’s cool ones.  Their tongues battled, Peter tasting Xander’s juices.  As they parted Spike held his chin.

 

“Did you like that, Lover?”

 

“Oh yes, very much.”

 

Spike helped Peter to lie down.  He then padded across the room and returned with a warm cloth.  He cleaned his two lovers gently; they were both so damn beautiful.  Their hands were clasped as they struggled to remain awake.

 

Spike threw the cloth toward the bathroom and then slid Xander to one side of the bed.  He lay down between them; he pillowed their heads on his chest, he folded his arms around them and whispered.

 

“Sleep.”

 

“But you haven’t.”  Peter started.

 

“Later Lover.”  Spike kissed his temple then turned and planted a kiss on Xander’s forehead. 

 

“This was all for you, Peter.”  Xander said around a yawn.

 

“Sleep Xan.”

 

“Close the bed curtains.”

 

Spike reached up and pressed a button on the headboard of the bed.  The curtains moved quietly into the closed position.

 

“Satisfied?  Now sleep.”

 

“Very.”

 

“Me too.”

 

They fell asleep.  Spike realized that in opening his heart to Peter he’d also opened himself up to losing another person to the predator known as time.

 

*Time is the fire in which we burn.*

 

Spike shuddered as the quote came to mind unbidden.  He allowed his mind to settle and drifted off into a troubled sleep.

 

~SM~

 

 Spike woke to warm lips on his skin.

 

“What?”  He croaked.

 

“Spike, I want to.”

 

“Peter?”

 

Spike’s internal clock told him that the sun was still high in the sky outside.  They would need to be able to get out of the bed.  Peter was a virgin in that respect and Spike wasn’t about to hurt him, not intentionally.

 

“Peter, do you trust me?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Come here.  We can’t yet, later tonight I’ll make love to you.  There is something else we can share though.”

 

“You want to bite me?”  Peter asked warily.

 

“I swear I’ll never hurt you.”

 

Peter leaned his head away from the blond man, baring his neck.  Spike leaned in, his lips kissing and sucking the tender skin.  He willed ecstasy to envelope this tender soul.

 

Peter felt surrounded by love, he felt safe and cared for.  Tears sprang unbidden to his eyes.  He gasped as two sharp fangs painlessly slipped into his neck.  The blood flowed out of him, into the gently suckling mouth.  One swallow, and then a second mouthful.  The cool lips withdrew; he felt a sting as two drops of liquid fell onto the tiny punctures.  The wounds instantly healed.  He fell back into Spike’s arms.

 

“That was wild.”  Peter whispered. 

 

“Felt good?”

 

“Like sex but better.” 

 

“Sleep now, Lover.  Tonight holds more pleasures for you.”  Spike whispered. 

 

Peter closed his eyes and fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

 

Xander leaned in and whispered. “He likes it.”

 

“Are you ok with this?”

 

“Hell yes.  I’m not a jealous bitch.  Besides, I think I love him.”

 

“I love you, Xannie.”

 

“Go to sleep, you dirty old man.”  Xander replied around a yawn.

 

They slept.

 

~SM~

 

 Buffy was crying.  She scrubbed at the tears which ran down her cheeks.

 

"Damn it!  They're right!  I've been such a bitch!"  She screamed. 

 

She looked around for something to throw.  The room was already littered with shattered ceramic and broken glass. 

 

"Damn it!"  She swore.  "I've wrecked my house." 

 

She stormed out to the kitchen and returned with a broom and dustpan.   She looked at the clock.  She'd call Giles first.  After sunset she'd go and see Spike, Xander and Peter.  She had a major apology to make.

 

Buffy picked up the handset and dialed.  Giles answered on the second ring.

 

"Hello?"

 

"Giles please don't hang up."  Buffy said quickly.

 

"I won't."

 

"Look, I've made a mess of things, in more ways than one."  Buffy said as she looked at her surroundings. "I do need to grow up.  Please don't shut me out.  I promise I'll change."

 

"You've a lot of work ahead, Buffy."

 

"I know, I swear I'll do it."

 

"Alright, we're meeting at the Penthouse tonight.  After your Patrol go there."

 

"I'll need to stop by before Patrol.  I have some major groveling to do."

 

"I see.  I'll see you later then."

 

"Giles?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Thanks for the wake up call."

 

"None necessary.  Goodbye."

 

"Bye."

 

Buffy pressed the end button.  She picked up the broom and began to sweep up the remnants of her anger.

 

~SM~

 

"Peter?"

 

"Yeah Xander?"

 

"It's still light out; I need to talk to you privately.  Can you roll out under the bed curtains?"

 

"Sure."

 

"Let's roll."  Xander whispered back.

 

Peter saw a brief line of light which almost immediately faded.  He then rolled out catching his weight on hand and foot.  He made certain the curtain fell tightly back into place behind him.

 

"Let's go to the kitchen."

 

Peter followed the younger man through the house.  He was impressed at the stealth in Xander's movements.  He moved like a cat.

 

They entered the room.  Xander motioned for Peter to take a seat at the bar.

 

"Care for anything?  Its late afternoon and I personally am starving."

 

Peter's stomach rumbled in answer.

 

"Opps, excuse me."

 

"Don't worry about it.  It's normal first time you've been bitten by the Love Bug."

 

"Love Bug?"

 

"Yeah, the resident bleached blond Love Bug.  Your body's working overtime to restore the little donation.   So what'll it be?  Breakfast or Lunch?"

 

"Breakfast sounds good.  Not that I normally eat Breakfast."

 

"Alright, I'll cook, you set the table.  Plates and things are in the cabinets over there."

 

Xander opened the fridge and pulled out a large canister.  He flipped the switch on a small appliance; he began to assemble the other necessities as it preheated.

 

"Peter, could you get the juice out of the small fridge?"

 

"Sure."

 

Peter opened the door and slammed it shut again.

 

"Opps, I forgot to warn you."

 

"It's a veritable blood bank in there."

 

"Everything's sealed, but if it makes you feel any better I've a new carton in the big fridge."

 

"No, it's alright.  It’s just a bit disconcerting to see the bags hanging from the shelves." 

 

Peter steeled himself and reopened the door.  He reached in and lifted a carton of OJ.  He closed the door and poured two glasses.

 

"Just pour the rest into this."

 

Xander held up a clear glass pitcher.  Peter took it and emptied the carton's remaining juice into it.  He placed the pitcher on the table.

 

“I wanted to clear the air privately between us.”  Xander started.

 

“If you’re not sure about what happened.”

 

“I’ve never been more certain about anything, except maybe the night that I took Spike to my bed.  Peter there’s something special about you.  Spike and I both see it.  You’re beautiful, both physically and on the inside.  You’ve obviously suffered in your life, and you didn’t deserve it.”  Xander held up a hand.  “Don’t get your hackles up, neither Spike nor I are into mercy sex.  Everything that you have experienced in your life has made you the person that you are today, and it’s a person that we both are growing to respect and admire.  I’m not the jealous type, and there’s room in here,” Xander placed a hand over his heart, “for more than just one lover.  I just wanted to ask how you feel about us.  I know that you’ve not known us but a couple of days.”

 

“I was almost jealous at what the two of you share.  The unconditional love if almost visible between the two of you, the support that you offered each other and both freely offered to me.  No one has ever cared before.  No one except Aunt Mae, but I could never tell her.  When you both made you feelings known to me I felt something deep inside me break loose.  Like a knot that I’d forced all my feelings into long ago had come undone.  I already know that I love you both; the intensity grows everything I look at either of you.  I don’t just love one or the other, either.  I love you both, it’s strange but it’s like you’re the embodiment of the child like enthusiasm that I crave and Spike is the strong protector, not that in reality that I need a protector but in my heart I need to feel safe, secure, and loved.  At the same time I need the lightness of spirit that being around someone like you brings.  Together you’re both the total package, you’re everything thing I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever needed.”

 

Xander took Peter’s hand.  He gently dropped a kiss into the palm.  He pressed it to his cheek and looked up into those deep blue pools. 

 

“You are loved, Peter.  Now and for eternity.”  Xander whispered.  “Spike doesn’t love easily, but when he does its forever.  The only thing I fear is when old age takes one or both of us from him.”

 

“Why?”  Peter asked.

 

“We’ll discuss that later.  Right now have a seat.  We’ve got to get some food into you.  Yesterday’s long sleep helped erase the worst of those dark circles, soon you’ll be as good as new.”

 

Xander brought a tray over laden with different syrups, and fruit toppings.  There were also bowls of blueberries, strawberries and wedges of sliced honeydew.

 

Xander returned with another tray this one was full of Belgium waffles; there were scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon.

 

"Whoa, where's the army?"

 

"I usually don't go this overboard.  Of course I'm not usually welcoming a new member to our family."

 

"Thank you."

 

"Just one thing, Pete.  You remember this; I'm not a jealous person.  Neither is Spike, we're all in this together."

 

"I'll remember."  Peter pulled Xander in to his arms and kissed him softly.

 

"I'm not really that good with words."

 

"You don't need to say anything.  Actions speak the loudest."  Xander placed his hand over Peter's heart.  "Those will show Spike and me what's in here."

 

Peter nuzzled Xander's soft brown hair.

 

"Now let me go and eat your brekkie, or do I have to clout you over the head with the hardwood bat I keep handy?"

 

Peter laughed as he released Xan and seated himself.  He gratefully dug in to the massive amounts of food.

 

"Keep feeding me like this and you'll have a nasty fat fag on your hands."

 

"Nope, like I said this is not the norm.  Besides, gotta keep you sexy."

 

Peter blushed.

 

"You've got to loosen up, Pete.  The blushes are cute and all but you're gonna get stuck that color if you don't stop."

 

"I'm trying."  Peter said miserably.  "I'm just not accustomed to this."  Peter waved his hand at his surroundings in general.

 

"You weren’t out in your world?"

 

"Hell, I didn't even realize I was gay until yesterday on the bikes."

 

"You're not kidding that you're new to this.  When all this blows over we'll have to go clubbing, let you go through your teenage years."

 

"Teenage, I'm older than you."

 

"Maybe chronologically, but when a guy comes out of the closet he really does go back through the late teens again.  I almost drove Spike crazy."

 

“What did you do?”

 

“I had to go out every night, always to Club Platinum.  I had to hit the dance floor every night, get really drunk, and flirt with everything in a tight pair of jeans.  I even got a job there as a go-go boy for a while.”

 

“A go-go boy?”

 

“Yeah, I danced in a cage, sometimes nude, sometimes in tiny little costumes.  It lasted until Spike came in a saw an old troll leering at me through the bars.”

 

“I’ll bet he was pissed.”

 

“You don’t know the half of it.  He pulled me out of the cage and told me that my days of public shows were over.  If I wanted to dance in a cage it would be for him in our bedroom.”

 

“Did you?”

 

“Nah, I’m always too busy in our bedroom.” 

 

 “So what did Buffy and the Scoobies say when you came out?”

 

“I think that they knew.  It wasn’t so much as I came out as it was about whom I was it.  When they found out about Spike I thought that she’d dust him.”

 

“Has she always had an attitude problem?”

 

“Nah, she was cool the first couple of years.  She had Angel until they got pelvic and he lost his soul, and then she had to kill him to close a portal to hell he was opening.  That almost destroyed her, until she found a way to bring him back.”

 

“He lost his soul?  That won’t happen to Spike will it?”

 

“Course not; Angel was under a gypsy curse.  He would be ensouled until he experienced true happiness, at which point he’d lose it again.  That year was another type of hell.  He killed Giles’ girlfriend, Ms. Calendar.  He tortured Buffy; I remember he kept sending her presents with ominous notes.  He tried to kill Willow because she was going to restore his soul.  She got lucky and Buffy showed up just in time.  Unfortunately, I was majorly pissed.  I had a thing for Buffy, and Willow sent me to tell her not to dust him unless she had no other choice.  She restored his soul and then Buffy had to kill him.  She got him back but things were never the same again.  A couple of years later he left for Los Angeles.  He setup a detective agency and is trying to redeem himself.”

 

“You had a thing for Buffy?”

 

“Yeah, oh so did Spike.  I remember he always told her that he knew he was a monster but she made him feel like a man.”

 

“Did they?”

 

“Get pelvic?  Yeah, once that I know about.  These science geeks shot Buffy with an invisibility ray and she decided to live it up.  I went looking for her and ended up at Spike’s crypt.  I heard them moaning.  I was so upset that I ran into his bedroom.  He tried to cover it up, claimed that he was doing pushups.  He even demonstrated.  Buffy couldn’t keep her mouth shut.  I played stupid even when she sucked on his earlobes.  I almost lost it but I didn’t.  I don’t think he even knows that I know.”

 

“What happened between them?”

 

“She pushed him away one time to many.  Fortunately, I was there to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.  At least temporarily.”

 

“What do you mean temporarily?”

 

“You and me, we’re mortal.  We age and we will die.  He never will.  He’s told me that the day I die he’ll walk out into the sun.  It breaks my heart.”

 

“I never could imagine love that deeply, that you wouldn’t want to go on without it.  Until now, I mean I’m not there yet but I can see it coming.  There’s no way that you can become…you know.”

 

“Spike says that the Master demon that gave him back his soul told him that he’d had to change his blood.  He warned that a new childe would be like Spike.”

 

“So you could become immortal?”

 

“Yeah, I’m just not ready.  I mean to live forever?  It’s almost too much to comprehend.”

 

“Yeah, I guess it is.  I don’t think I could make the decision.”

 

“You may have to someday, as I will.”

 

“You, Spike and me, the three fucking musketeers?”

 

“Worse things could happen.  Especially here in Sunnyhell.”

 

“I guess so.”

 

 The door bell rang.

 

“Who could that be?”

 

“One way to find out.” 

 

Xander picked up a remote and clicked it at the door.  The lock automatically opened and the door pivoted back.  Buffy was standing there.

 

“Come on in.”

 

“Thanks.  Peter, are you settling in ok?”

 

“Great, thanks for asking.”

 

“I’ve been a real bitch lately to you, to Xander, Spike, Giles, to everybody.  I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.  You were right I’m a spoiled brat.  It took everyone that I care about walking out the last night to make me see that.”

 

“It takes time to grow up Buffy.  I went through it, we all do.  Superheroes just have a tougher time.”

 

“Why?  We can do so much more.”  She stopped, “I mean you know.”

 

“I know it is part of the price.”

 

“So can we be friends?”  She asked hesitatingly.

 

“I don’t see why not.”

 

Peter walked up and extended his hand.

 

“Hello, I’m Peter Parker.”

 

She took his hand and shook it.  A genuine smile lit her face as she replied.

 

“Buffy Summers.”

 

“Good, now that you two are best buds.  Are you hungry?  I’ve got lots of breakfast left.”

 

“It’s almost five o’clock.”

 

“When you sleep like a vampire that’s early.”

 

“Sure I’d love some breakfast.”

 

The three friends sat down.  Xander and Peter only nibbled, since they’d already eaten.  The conversation was kept on a light note.  Buffy laughed easily. 

 

Peter decided that like this she was a beautiful girl, she’d make some guy deliriously happy.

 

“So what’s new here at the zoo?”  She quipped in between bites.

 

“I’m gay.”  Peter said without thinking.

 

“I’m so over that, every great looking; sexy guy that comes to this burg is always gay.  So you found a boyfriend yet?”

 

“He’s found two actually.”  Xander said.

 

“Two?  Oh you mean you and Spike?  Now there’s the stuff of some really sexy dreams.  Look at my arm, I’ve goose bumps!”

 

“You’re not mad?”  Xander asked.

 

“What should I be mad about?  You’re over eighteen, and you don’t look like a minor,” She said pointing at Peter.  “How old are you anyway?”

 

“Twenty-three.”

 

“Ok and Spike’s not seen eighteen in about two hundred years.  So everybody’s legal.  I just want all my friends to be happy.”

 

“Wow, that’s an about face.”

 

“I knew that the real Buffy was in there.”  Xander said and tickled her arm.

 

“Stop that!”

 

“Oh why?”

 

“Can I ask you something, seriously?”

 

“Seriously?  Go ahead.”

 

“Well, Willow’s gay, you and Spike turned out gay, Peter’s gay.  Do you think it could be something in the water?”

 

“Nope, it’s in the genes.”  Peter said.

 

“Yep, designer jeans.”  Xander finished.

 

They all laughed.

 

Buffy looked at her watch.

 

“Time flies, when you’re having fun.  It’s almost six thirty.  I’ve got to go on Patrol.”

 

“Spike will be waking up soon.”

 

“I’ll see you here tonight, at the meeting.  I talked to Giles and he told me that I should be here.”

 

“We’ll see you then.”

 

“Ta ta for now, I’ll see myself out.”

 

Buffy stood up and got her bag.  She walked out the door.  Xander noticed a bounce in her step that hadn’t been there in years.

 

“What’s today?”

 

“Friday, why?”

 

“Oh man, fry day. I’ve got to mix up a batch of bleach.”

 

“Bleach?  Ok time to touch up Spike’s roots?”

 

“You got it.”

 

“Maybe I’ll go blond.”

 

“And have to do this to two of you, I don’t think so.”

 

“Maybe some streaks then?”

 

“We’ll see.”

 

At exactly six forty-three Xander pressed the button to retract the bed curtains.  Spike opened his eyes.

 

‘Wassup?”

 

“Come on bleachie.  Time to get your roots done.”

 

“Already?”

 

“Just get in the kitchen.  Pete’s got you a unit in the microwave.”

 

“Isn’t it a bit early in the game for him to be doing that?”

 

“Not really, we got hungry earlier and he saw your mini blood bank.”

 

“How’d he take it?”

 

“Better than I did.”

 

“So he didn’t scream like a little girl?”

 

“I’m about to chemically treat your hair?  Care to rephrase that.”

 

“I’ll withdraw the remark.”

 

“That’s using your head.  Now move that cute bubble butt.”

 

Spike pulled on an old white terry cloth robe.  It had several big stains on it from previous colorings.  The two men went to the kitchen. 

 

“There you are soups on.”

 

“Thanks Lover, I’ll just take this over in the corner.”

 

Spike wasn’t sure that Peter was ready to watch him eat.  He bit into the bag and began to suck out the contents.  When it was completely drained he wiped his lips and ran his tongue over his teeth.  He then threw the empty into a separate waste container.  He always took that bag with him on patrol and found a place to discard it.  Naughty Spike mustn’t scare the neighbors.

 

“Now that you’ve fed, get over here.”

 

Spike sat down in the chair and Xander began to part his hair and coat the dark roots with the purple gel.  When every part was covered Xander set the timer on the stove.

 

“Now Peter are you sure about this?”

 

“Maybe some streaks.”  Peter said as he took off his shirt.

 

Spike stood up and pushed Peter down into the chair.  He took the bowl from Xander’s hands and the brush.

 

“Trust me?”

 

“Of course.”

 

Spike began to lift the waves of hair and coat the top side with the bleach.  He worked quickly, using his vampiric speed.  He paused and looked at Xander.

 

“What about the short hair in the back?  Should we lighten it?”

 

“No, leave it dark.  I’ll just set the other timer.”  Xander pushed a series of buttons.

 

“You’ll both be ready at about the same time, thanks to Spike’s super speed.”

 

“So what do we do until then?”

 

“I can think of a couple of things.”  Xander said as his hands move to grope two crotches.

 

“What?  Oh.”

 

Xander opened Spike’s fly and hauled out his cock.  He licked the tip, and then plunged down to take it to the root.

 

“Oh yes, Luv.  That’s so goddamn good.”

 

Spike leaned over and opened Peter’s fly.  He freed the half hard cock, he stroked it.

 

Xander pulled off and slapped his hand.

 

“Mine!”

 

He lifted it to his lips and licked the tip and then like before drew it all the way inside.  He lavished it with his attention then returned to Spike’s engorged member.  He continued back and forth until Spike pulled Peter to stand beside him.  They pressed their cocks together so that Xander could give them both his undivided attention.

 

Spike’s lips caught at Peter’s the kiss seared him to his toes.  The taste of Spike mingled with the coppery flavor of the blood.  It was a strange combination but one that in conjunction with Xander’s kisses to his cock drove him utterly mad.

 

Peter felt the tension in his body that heralded his orgasm.  He pulled Spike to him, his teeth closing on that marble neck.

 

“Come for us, baby.  Give Xan every drop.”  Spike gasped. 

 

Peter’s teeth tightened, he drew blood.  Spike leaned down and returned the favor.  He took the hot blood from Spike, and Spike took it back from him.  It lasted a moment, and then Spike withdrew and gently pushed Peter back.

 

“Not too much Luv.”

 

Xander was focusing on Spike.  It wasn’t a couple of minutes until he was groaning.  His abs tightened as he pumped out his seed.

 

Xander stood up, licking his lips.  He kissed Spike and then Peter.

 

Peter reveled in the combined taste of Spike and himself in Xander’s mouth.

 

“That was intense.”  Peter said in a shaky voice.

 

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Luv.”  Xander said with a goofy smile.

 

Just then the first timer sounded.

 

“You go wash that shit out.  Come back here we’ve got to do a deep conditioning, otherwise it’s all gonna break off.”

 

“Yes, dear.”

 

Spike strode off towards the nearest bathroom.

 

Minutes later the other timer sounded.

 

“Come here Peter.  We’ll wash you out in the sink.  Close your eyes tight and don’t open them.”

 

Peter bent over the kitchen sink and Xander used the hose to wash out the smelly bleach.  When the water ran clear he opened a tube of conditioner and began to work it in.

 

“This will need to stay in for about fifteen minutes.  When that’s done I’ll wash it out and we’ll see what we’ve got.”

 

Spike walked back into the room.

 

“Just in time,” Xander pulled the chair over to the counter and motioned for the blond vampire to sit.

 

“Pete, reach in that closet and hand me that table top dryer.”

 

He began to mix a concoction in a bowl.  When it was thoroughly incorporated he began to work it into Spike’s hair.  When he was finished Spike looked like he’d stuck his finger in a light socket.  Xander took a plastic cap and put it over the mess.

 

“You’ll have to cook for about forty-five minutes.”  Xander opened the dryer and put the hood over Spike’s head.  He turned the temperature to hot and reset the timer.

 

“Pete you’re ready I’ll rinse you out.”

 

Peter returned to the sink.  He felt those long fingers massaging his scalp, working the pearly conditioner from the roots to the ends of his hair.  The effect of his Xan’s fingers working through his hair was almost erotic.  By the time he was being pushed into a second chair he was aware that his jeans were binding him.

 

“Ok, the streaks look really good.” 

 

Xander reached into a drawer and pulled out a blow dryer.  He quickly went to work drying the mop of hair.  Those fingers continued to comb through Peter’s hair, lifting and fluffing so that the concentrated airflow could dry the moisture. 

 

“There, all done.” 

 

Xander replaced the dryer and brought out a big hand mirror.  He handed it to Peter.

 

“Take a look.”

 

Peter looked in the mirror and was astonished.  He looked different; the blond streaks complimented his coloring and brought out the blue of his eyes.

 

“You need a trim in the back.  I can do a number two fade.  If I trim the top too much will it curl or stay in waves?”

 

“It’s just wavy; usually I just blow it straight.”

 

“We’re over the geek look, now we’re going for Greek god look.”

 

“I’m your canvas.”

 

“Alright cart blanche!”

 

“Just don’t let me end up bald.”

 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

 

Spike was watching the two men talking.  Evidently he could read lips.  He smiled and spoke loudly.

 

“Xan’s a real artist.  I keep trying to send him to school and get him licensed.”

 

“We don’t need anything from the peanut gallery.”

 

Spike stuck out is tongue.

 

“Besides, I am not going to be a stereotype.  All gay men are hairdressers.”

 

“They are not, I know a couple of construction workers.”  Peter added helpfully. 

 

Xander brought out a pair of clippers and snapped a guard on them.  He began to expertly trim the back and sides of Peter’s hair.  When that was done he grabbed a pair of scissors and a long comb.  He sprayed down Peter’s hair with water and then began to lift lock after lock and trim it. 

 

“So, what are we going to do about the demons when they appear?”

 

“I don’t know, what usually stops them?”

 

“An enchanted axe, sunlight, there’s always decapitation.”

 

“Let’s don’t talk about decapitation when you’ve got scissors in your hand.”

 

“Is the big bad Spiderman afraid that I’ll gap his hair?  There all done, now let me blow it back out.”

 

Xander’s skilled hands coaxed Peter’s hair into a center part; it was full of body from the natural waves.  The streaks set off the style.  It wasn’t nerdy or gay.  Peter actually liked the style.  He said so.

 

“I always cut the way the hair lays.  That’s the way your hair is supposed to be cut.  You shouldn’t even need to bother with gel or mousse or even hair spray.  If you’re lucky you’ll be able to run your fingers through it and go.”

 

“I’ve never been that lucky.”

 

“We’ll see.  Of course a terminal case of fuck hair won’t be so easy to manage.  Personally I plan to see that you have to spend a lot of time on your hair.”  Xander said with a feral smile and leaned down to steal a kiss.

 

“Spike’s getting lonely!”  A plaintiff voice was heard from under the dryer.

 

“Really?”

 

Xander kissed his lover soundly; as he stepped back Peter also kissed him.

 

“Wow!  Not lonely anymore!”  Spike said as Xander turned off the dryer.

 

“Ok Mr. Lonely get to the sink before you harden like that.”

 

“Too late.”

 

“I meant you hair.”

 

Spike leaned over the sink and Xander began to shampoo the excess baked in conditioner out.  Peter noticed that Spike had the same reaction to those fingers as he had.  Xander finished and Spike sat back down.

 

This time there was no mirror offered.  Xander toweled Spike’s hair dry and then applied some gel.  He then began to blow the tight curls out into gentle waves. 

 

“All done, Lover.  You are as gorgeous as ever.”

 

“Thank you, baby.”

 

Xander put his tools away and shooed them out. 

 

“Go shower off the loose hair.  And don’t get your hair wet!”  He shouted after them as the two men exited the room.

 

“Come on.  I can tell you’re in a sexy mood so we’ll share.”

 

“You can tell?”

 

“I can smell it.  Enhanced senses.”

 

“I want you in me.” 

 

“Patience, Luv.  Gotta be delicate about this, I don’t wanna hurt you.  Besides, there’s a thing we got to do first.”

 

Peter was still shirtless, Spike made quick work of his jeans, almost breaking the last button and then skinning them down.  He shucked out of the robe and began to adjust the water temperature.  When it was comfortable he motioned for Peter to step into the oversized stall.

 

Spike began to wash the man, slowly working the soap into a sudsy mass that he used to lathe Peter’s broad shoulders, down the muscled back then his chest down past the waist down his long legs and finally that firm butt.  He paid close attention the cleft between those two pale globes.

 

Peter gasped as a finger slid over his entrance.  He felt waves of shock from the base of his spine to the base of his skull.

 

“Is this were you want me?”  Spike asked his voice husky.

 

“Yes.”

 

“We’ve got to clean you out.  Bend over.”

 

Spike reached up and lifted a hose from the shower wall.  The hose ended in a wand with a rounded tip.  Spike pressed a button and water began to gurgle out of the tip.

 

“I’m gonna put this in you, when you can’t hold anymore tell me.  I’ll pull it out.  Lock down and then sit on the loo and let it go.”

 

“Ok.”

 

Spike reached outside the shower and brought in a tube.  He squeezed some of the gel onto his fingers and began to massage Peter’s entrance.  He then put some on the probe.

 

“Relax and let me in.”

 

Peter took a deep breath and felt the probe enter him.  The water slowly filled him.  He forced himself to breathe. 

 

“Enough!”

 

Spike pulled it out.  Peter locked his anal muscles and almost fell onto the toilet.  As soon as he’d made contact he released the water.

 

“Again, Peter.”

 

Peter returned to the shower and the procedure was repeated.  Again he returned to the toilet and released the water.

 

Spike just motioned for him.

 

“Again?”

 

“Last time.”

 

When it was over Peter had the distinct feeling that he was cleaner inside than he was outside.

 

“Come on, Luv.  Let me wash you again.” 

 

When he had been lathered and rinsed again Peter grabbed a towel and quickly toweled off.  He walked out of the bathroom and plopped down on the bed.

 

“So we’re up to this already?”  Xander said as he entered the room.

 

“Yep.  He’s already.”

 

“Not quite.”

 

Xander almost ripped his own clothes off and then joined Peter on the bed.  Peter found himself kissed so thoroughly that it took his breath away. 

 

Spike began to caress his stomach, his legs and then swallowed his cock.  Peter felt his legs lifted and pressed against his chest.  Xander moved lower.

 

Two very talented tongues lavished his cock and balls with love and attention.  One slipped lower, and lower.  It brushed across his hole.  Peter gasped as the sensations flowed over him.

 

“He likes rimming, Luv.”

 

The tongue lifted away.

 

“I knew he would.”  Xander said and then dove back into his labors. 

 

Spike moved up to suckle at his nipples.  He tongued them and then gently bit; not breaking skin but bring a gasp from the man beneath him.

 

“Love, you’ve got a decision to make.  Which of us do you want to be your first?”

 

Peter thought for a moment and then almost burst into tears.

 

“It’s not fair.  I can’t choose.”

 

“Easy pet, how about this.  Xander can do the honors there.”  Spike’s fingers caressed Peter’s butt.

 

“What about you?”

 

“There’s another first that I can be for you.”

 

“What?”

 

“You’ve never had one in here have you?”  A finger brushed Peter’s lips.

 

“No, I haven’t.”

 

“You want to?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Alright, it’s settled.  Xan gets tails and I get head.”

 

“You make me sound like a coin you’re flipping.”

 

“We’re going to flip you; it’s easier the first time on your knees.”

 

Spike rolled Peter on his stomach.  Peter got to his hands and knees.

 

“Do it.”

 

“Just relax.”  Xander told him.

 

Peter heard a slapping sound as Xander began to slather his cock with gel.  The next thing he felt was a finger breeching his entrance.

 

Xander pressed his finger deeply inside his lover’s body.  He slowly withdrew only to sink back inside.  As he felt the passage loosen he inserted a second finger and then a third.

 

Peter gasped as the fingers were withdrawn.  He felt the blunt tip of Xander’s penis pressing against him.  Peter inhaled sharply as the head penetrated him.

 

“Just relax.”  Spike said as he began to caress Peter’s back.

 

Peter felt Xander slowly slid inside him.  As the invader pressed against his prostate a myriad of brilliant explosions went off against the inside of his eyelids. 

 

“Do it Xander!”  He gasped as he pushed back taking Xander even deeper into his body.  “Spike I want you.”  He pulled on the blond’s hand bringing Spike to kneel at his face.  Peter opened his mouth and engulfed Spike’s member.  Spike gasped at the wet heat closed over him.

 

Peter thrust back; impaling himself on Xander’s thrusting cock, then forward taking Spike deeply into his throat.  Several times he forcibly expelled his breath around that big cock that he held in his throat, fighting his gag reflex.

 

“Oh Peter, peter, peter baby you learn fast.”  Spike gasped.

 

“You’re so fucking hot, babe.”  Xander said as he pumped into him.  “You’re driving me crazy.  I don’t think I can hold off.”

 

Pete pulled off Spike.  “Don’t try!”  He returned to his loving ministrations of Spike. 

 

Peter tightened his anal muscles.  A was rewarded with a shout as Xander began to pound into him.  He met each rough thrust, arching his back.  He groaned around the cock in his throat.  Xander slapped his ass.  An almost electric shock flowed through him.  Peter felt his body begin to climax.  He shuddered from the force of it.

 

“I’m cumming!”  Xander whispered in an urgent voice.

 

Peter felt the cock deep in his ass start to throb; the hot semen pulsed from it, the heat of it scalding his insides.

 

As if on cue, Spike moaned again, his own cool member beginning to pulse as his seed was forcibly shot down the tender throat that engulfed him.

 

Spike eased out of his mouth, Peter collapsed on his face.  He whimpered at the loss of Xander’s girth as the younger man gently withdrew.

 

The two men moved to lie on each side of him.  Spike turned him over and enfolded him in those strong arms.  Xander too infolded him.  They spoke in loving tones.  Telling him how wonderful he’d been.  They urged him to sleep, their lips soothing his cheeks and throat. 

 

Finally Spike broke the tender skin at his throat and the bliss took him yet again.  In the midst of his swoon he drifted off in a sated sleep.

 

Spike quickly healed the wound.  Xander’s hand caught the back of his head and brought his lips to rest at his own throat.  Spike licked the skin and then slowly, gently bit down.  He swallowed two small mouthfuls and then pulled back. He healed the wounds and Xander was out.

 

“My two godlings,” Spike murmured and then let the blood combined with satiation draw him into an exhausted sleep.

 

~SM~

 

The chimes rang, rousing the trio from their slumber.

 

"Holy hell!  The meeting!"

 

Xander jumped quickly into his clothes and ran for the door.  Spike was close on his heels.

 

"You take a quick shower and then come down."  Spike told Peter in a concerned voice.  "We can't have the Scoobies smelling you all freshly fucked.  It'll distract them."

 

"And you."

 

"And me."

 

Peter walked into the bathroom and quickly showered.  He still felt Xander's lovemaking deep within.

 

He soaped quickly and rinsed.  He quickly toweled dry and rummaged through the closet.  They'd still not made it to a clothing store.

 

Peter found a pair of sweats and a tee that suited him.  He grabbed a pair of underwear from Xander's drawer.  He quickly dressed.  As he sat down on the side of the bed he winced.  That was a reaction he'd have to watch. 

 

He stuffed his feet in a pair of sneakers and then looking in the mirror settled his hair.  He looked presentable.

 

He opened the door and heard everyone milling around downstairs.

 

Peter quickly joined the group.  As he entered the dining room which was being used for the conference; everything stopped.

 

"Great hair!"  Willow said with a smile.

 

"Wow, look at you.  Not the geek anymore."  Buffy quipped.

 

"Peter, if you'll take a seat we'll begin."

 

Peter sat down and the briefing began.

 

Giles passed a book around with an ancient woodcut illustration.  It showed a horde of ugly humanoid figures.  Their heads were misshapen and their bodies were twisted.

 

"This is the only representation I have been able to find in my research about this particular demon horde.  They appear only once every eight hundred years.  The last time they appeared they were fought back by the slayer of that age along with the French army.  Unfortunately once the horde was destroyed the slayer was burned at the stake for witchcraft."

 

"Sounds like Joan of Arc."

 

"Exactly.  She was canonized to sainthood in an effort to right a terrible wrong."

 

"Too little too late."  Buffy whispered.

 

"Quite right."

 

"What are these demon's weaknesses?  What attracts them?  What repels them?"  Peter asked.

 

"Their weaknesses are the standard, enchanted weapons, sunlight, and decapitation.  They are attracted to anything living.  The Horrible Horde will seek out any living entity and they will destroy it, draining its life energy.  As far as I've been able to ascertain there is nothing that repels this menace."

 

"This means we hit them head on, with everything that we’ve got."

 

"Any idea when they'll show up?"  Xander asked.

 

"According to prophesy and the signs they should appear at the outskirts of town tomorrow night."

 

"Great.  So what's the plan?"  Peter asked.

 

"Just what we said, hit them hard and with everything, before they get into town."  Buffy replied.    

 

"And just what is everything?  And how many demons are in a horde?"

 

"We have an arsenal of enchanted weaponry.  Including a brace of enchanted crossbow quarrels.  Several axes, a couple of swords, a slayer at full strength, two witches, an ensouled vampire and you.  As for their number, no one has ever been able to get an accurate count.  The average of the varying reports is around sixty-two."

 

"Great that's about ten and a third demons each!"  Peter said in awe.

 

"Not good odds."

 

"Duh, really?"  Xander stated.

 

"We've got to figure a way out to divide and conquer.   We'll never be able to take them all out at once."

 

"How strong they on an individual basis?"

 

"They are a match for Buffy."

 

"Meaning they're about five times as strong as a normal human.  My webbing has a tensile strength of steel cable.  I should be able to take out some of their number.  That will give us an hour to dispatch those remaining before their buddies get loose."

 

"Their combined strength will surely be able to over come your webbing."

 

"I'll only catch them in groups of three or four.  I am able to break the web easily enough; four would only be about twenty times stronger than normal.  The web will hold for one hour."

 

"Is there any way that we can duplicate it?" Giles asked.

 

"Nope,” Peter rolled us his sleeve.   He showed them the silvery patch that was the gland that secreted the web.  "All part of my genetic alteration."

 

Spike had looked down as his own arm.  He held it up to Peter.

 

"Is that what this is?"

 

"Oh my god, Spike you drank my blood!"

 

"Just a little."  Spike whispered.

 

"This may just be our saving grace, Spike can you do this?"  Peter flexed his wrist and a web line shot out.

 

Spike duplicated the motion, for a moment nothing happened then a thin web shot out and smacked against the far wall.

 

"I did it!"

 

"You certainly did.  We’ll need to work a bit to get you up to full strength."

 

The members of the group looked at Spike as though he'd grown a second head.  Forget that he was mutating because of Peter's blood, that didn't faze them but to find out that Peter had allowed Spike to drink almost floored them.

 

"Alright, we'll adjourn.  Buffy and I will prepare the weapons.  Peter, Xander and Spike will make certain that our secret weapon is up to full strength."

 

After everyone had left Xander stopped Peter.  He had something on his mind.

 

"Pete, since Spike's blood has the alteration that caused your transformation.  Does that mean that if he turned me I'd be like both of you?"

 

"Probably, why?"

 

"Spike get in here!"

 

"What Love?"

 

"I want you to listen to me, I been thinking this over and Pete's just helped me make the decision.  Turn me."

 

"What?"

 

"I never want you to feel there's no reason to go on.  On top of that, if what Pete and I suspect will happen does, there will be another set of spinnerets to shift the odds."

 

"Are you certain that this is what you want?"

  

“How long will the transformation take?”

 

“You’ll become a vampire within an hour.”

 

“I was bitten by a tiny spider. Its venom caused my transformation over night.”

 

“So turn me already.  By this time tomorrow night I’ll be able to help.”

 

“Xander, this time I cannot give you ecstasy, there will be pain.  It will be the last pain that you feel as a mortal.”

 

Spike gently took Xander into his arms.  His fangs bit deep into the jugular vein.  Xander gasped in response, his body going ridged.  

 

Spike drew in mouthful after mouthful of the hot blood.  He felt the life beginning to ebb.  Spike withdrew and then tore his wrist; he offered his blood to Xander. 

 

Xander sucked deeply of the blood.  He felt his body drawing the blood, nourishing him.  Long minutes passed.  Spike began to weaken.  He leaned down and bit again, reopening the wound on Xander’s neck.  He took the blood yet again, his body changing it, giving it power and Xander took it back, his body absorbing the powerful fluid.

 

It seemed to Xander that hours had passed when Spike pushed him away.  His body wanted more; he tried to reach for more.  Spike pressed him back down onto the sofa.  He laid a restraining hand on the younger man’s chest.

 

“Lay still, Xan.”

 

Xander threw his head back, he screamed.

 

“What in hell is happening?”  Peter asked.

 

“His body is dying.  It will pass soon, but he must go through it.”

 

Xander let out a bloodcurdling scream and then passed out.  His skin took on a pale glow, his hair settled in perfect waves.  He filled out, took on a more muscular physicality.  He became perfect.

 

“He looks like a god, an Adonis.”  Peter gasped as he watched the transformation.  “When will he wake?”

 

“Soon, I just hope that he wakes up as our Xander.”

 

“Hmmm.  What hit me?”

 

“Xan?  Are you alright?”

 

“I feel funny.”

 

“Should we go out a murder some children?”

 

“Oh shit, did you lose your soul?”

 

“No, but you still have yours.”

 

“I feel sort of sick.”

 

“Like a major case of the flu?”

 

“No just weird.”

 

Peter put his hand on Xander’s forehead.  The skin beneath his hand was cool to the touch.  That tanned skin was already beginning to fade, to take on the same pallor as that of his Sire.

 

“Your change isn’t like mine.  There’s no fever.”

 

“His body isn’t alive there’s no immunity.  Whatever is happening will not meet resistance.”

 

“Alright, Xander you rest.  Spike and I have some training to do.”

 

“What about my training?”

 

“Once you’ve completed the change.  Spike, I believe that we should go out on the balcony.  There are some things that these interior walls can’t handle.”

 

“This way.”

 

Spike and Peter walked through the great room.  They opened a door and stepped out on an attached balcony.  Peter kicked off his shoes and began to crawl up the outside of the building.

 

“Try this; you’ll need to watch your positioning at first.  Eventually it will become second nature.”

 

Spike bent down and unlaced his heavy boots.  He pulled off first one then the other.  He pressed his hand to the wall.  He felt it almost “click” into the wall.  He pressed the other higher.  A smile of delight lit his face and his been found purchase and he began to climb more rapidly up the wall.

 

“Bloody hell!  This is a trip!”

 

Now turn around and go back down.  Peter said as he started back down the wall.  This part is what took some getting used to.  Crawling head first down a wall was disconcerting.  A thud sounded right behind him as Spike joined him on the balcony.  Apparently, Spike was immune to the effect.

 

“You learn quickly.”

 

“You know the old adage, with age comes wisdom.”

 

“You must be very, very, very wise.”

 

“Nobody likes a smartass.”

 

“Now let us teach you how to spin.  You know the gesture, the tighter you squeeze the thinner the web.”

 

“So for the strongest web don’t squeeze too tight?”

 

“No, for the strongest webbing you must squeeze as tightly as possible.  The molecules are compacted more tightly that way, giving our webbing the strength of steel cable of the same thickness, yet it is also elastic.  On average the webbing can stretch to twice its length without breaking.”

 

“If it is that pliable how can it hold the demons?”

 

“We use a netting technique instead of simply lassoing them with a single line.  You can extrude a web net this way.”

 

Peter covered all the basics.  He left Spike on the balcony to practice.  He returned to the living room.  He felt the need to check on Xander’s condition.  He was surprised to find Xander hanging upside down from the ceiling.

 

“Xander!  What in the hell are you doing?”

 

“I’m just trying out my new legs!”

 

Xander released his grip and fell to the floor.  He landed solidly.

 

“You’re pushing it too fast.” 

 

“Nah, I’m fine.”

 

Xander took a few steps; he stopped and put a hand to his temple.  He shook his head.

 

“The pretty colors!”  He mumbled and then fainted.

 

Peter lifted him and carried him upstairs.  He arranged him on the bed, covering the inert body with a light blanket.  Peter heard steps outside the room.

 

“What happened, Lover?”

 

“Little Xannie, was trying to play with the big boys too fast.  The walls of the living room may have been weakened.  He was hanging from the ceiling when I found him.”

 

“Always in a rush this childe.”  Spike moved close to the bed and stroked the radiant brown hair lovingly.

 

“Most of us mortals are.”

 

“Peter, you are the only mortal here.”

 

“Not now Spike.  I can’t deal with it yet.”

 

“Plenty of time?”

 

“Maybe, maybe not, but not now.”

 

“I’m hungry.”

 

“Come on, I’ll heat your blood for you.”

 

They walked back down the staircase to the living room.  Peter peeked out on the balcony.  It was completely covered in web nets of every size imaginable.  The biggest tented the entire structure.

 

“You catch on fast, Love.”

 

“That’s the first time you called me Love.”

 

“It’ll not be the last.”

 

Peter enfolded Spike in an embrace.  His lips sought out that cool, pale mouth.  That lovely mouth that could hold death, give ecstasy, which one day would offer immortality to Peter.  Peter kissed those lips. 

 

Spike’s stomach rumbled.  Peter withdrew laughing.

 

“Opps.”

 

“Opps, is that all you can say?”

 

“Sorry.”

 

“Never apologize to me.  Come you need to feed.”

 

Peter took two units of the blood from the fridge.  He put one in the microwave, pushing the probe into the rubberized seal.  He sat the machine for ninety nine degrees.  He laid the other unit beside the appliance.

 

“How long will you stay in Sunnydale?”  Peter asked.

 

“I’ll stay until Xan is ready to leave.  I’ve lived many places during my two centuries as an immortal.  I’ve seen Paris, I’ve seen France, and I’ve seen Peter’s underpants.  What about you?  Will you stay here with us?”

 

The microwave sounded.  Peter removed the bag of blood and replaced it with the cold one.  He then handed it to Spike.  Spike made as to move away.  Peter laid a hand on his.

 

“I grow to love you more each day, Spike.  This is a part of you, and Xander.  Don’t shield me from that which is a part of you.”

 

Spike slowly brought the bag to his mouth.  Those sweet lips drew back, to reveal the two fanged teeth.  So small those two pointed canines, so deathly they could be.  Spike punctured the bag, holding it up to drain its contents.  He sucked it hard until there was no trace of red left inside its confines.

 

Peter took the bag, stepped away for a moment and then returned to place the other warm bag in Spike’s white hands.  The scene repeated, the fangs breaking the plastic bag as though piercing living skin.  The blood drained away into Spike’s sensual mouth, nourishing and sustaining the beloved man, beloved by Peter, and by Xander. 

 

“Xander told me that you and Buffy were once an item.”

 

“That is ancient history.”

 

“He said that you told her that you knew you were a monster but she treated you like a man.”

 

“She did however; you and Xan make me feel like a man.”

 

“No monster could ever love as deeply and completely as you do.  It’s all there when I look in your eyes.  When you speak Xander’s name, your love lights you from within.”

 

“What about when I speak your name, Peter?”

 

“I see the light, Love.”

 

Peter captured his mouth in a searing kiss.  Spike felt his ardor rise as his jeans filled under Peter’s skillful hands.  Peter knelt, placing kisses along Spike ridged shaft.  He looked up, his own lust evident in his smoldering blue eyes.  Those sultry lips parted and Spike gasped as he was taken inside.  The moist heat, the slickness and Peter’s movements caused Spike to go weak in the knees.  He caught the counter behind him for support.

 

“Oh, Peter yeah.  Lick it, for Spike.”

 

Peter brought Spike’s member out of his mouth, he lifted it and licked along the bottom, teasing the pronounced veins with the tip of his tongue.

 

“Fuck me, Spike.”

 

The words were hardly out of his mouth when Peter found himself upright, his clothing being ripped off.  Spike leaned him over the counter.  He heard Spike’s hand open a cabinet; a bottle was sat down hard on the countertop beside him.  There was a slapping sound from behind him and then Spike was pressing into him. 

 

“Oh yeah!”  He moaned as he felt the penetration.  “God it’s so big!”

 

Spike set a slow rhythm at first, he felt the muscles surrounding him tighten and flex as Peter moaned with each inward thrust.  Spike slowed his pace; finding his comfort deep within Peter’s gently trashing body.  Spike’s hands roamed over the broad back, reaching upward to rest on the shoulders. He used his hands to pull Peter back tighter into his body, penetrating him deeper and deeper as his beloved moaned and shuttered with the stimulation.

 

“Spike I want to turn over!”  Peter cried out plaintively.  “I want to see your face!”

 

Spike stopped still for a moment and then eased out of Peter.  He helped Peter stand, taking him to the end of the counter so there would be sufficient support.  He laid him back, lifted those muscular legs to his shoulders and plunged within those depths.

 

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Hurts!”  Peter cried out in shock and amazement at the difference a change of position caused.    

   

“Easy Lover, Just relax.” 

 

Peter felt his legs lowered, easing the discomfort.  He wrapped them around Spike’s waist, locking them at the ankles.  Spike began slow and guarded movements.  They stared into each others eyes as they slowly made love.  The time stretched on, as Spike began to fill him with his cool essence the first rays of dawn came through the window. 

 

The light struck the vampire in the back, his hair reflecting the rays of the sun, casting around his head a glow like that of a halo.

 

Their ecstasy peaked and then dwindled.  Spike falling forward onto Peter’s chest.

 

“Spike!  The sun!”

 

“What?”

 

Spike turned to see the light pouring through the window.  He squinted at its brilliance.  He turned to Peter.

 

“I’m not burning?”  The shock was evident in his expression.

 

“My blood, it’s radioactive.  It must have changed your DNA so completely that now you are not affected by sunlight.”  Peter answered.

 

“Not affected?  I can see the morning?” 

 

Spike started for the door.

 

“Hold up, Spike.  We need to be certain before you go out there.  Glass blocks the UV rays of the sun.  If you go out there.”  Peter stopped as Spike stepped onto the balcony.

 

“I feel the heat of the sun on my face, Beloved.”

 

“Spike come inside now!  You are starting to turn red!”

 

 Spike quickly returned to the living room, closing the French door behind him.  He looked at Peter with a questioning look.

 

“It just looks like sunburn.”

 

“I was only out there for a moment.”

 

“It’s more than you’ve been outside in the sun in two centuries.  We’ll have to do some research.  On nail pairings and skin scrapings of course.  This may be something that will abate, or lessen to the point that a strong sun block may protect you completely.”

 

The two men were interrupted by a voice on the stairs.

 

“I’m hungry.”

 

“Xander?”

 

“Yeah, what?”

 

“It’s daytime.”

 

“The sun!”  A frightened look crossed his face.  “Hold the phone.  You’re not uhm well, doing an impression of a flaming cigarette.”

 

“Xan, do your eyes hurt from the light?”

 

“No, I didn’t even notice a difference.”

 

“I stood outside for a minute.”  Spike said.  “I got sunburn.”

 

“That’s it?”

 

“That’s all.  I think he may be so sensitive because he hasn’t been in the light of day in two hundred years.”

 

“My body should be ok then, right?”

 

Xander strode forward, opened the door and walked out onto the balcony.  As he stood in the light Peter noticed the dramatic changes in his appearance.  The skin that was so tanned yesterday had to look of fine porcelain.  The lips had paled slightly as had the dusty peaks of his nipples.  The hair had become raven black and was swept back away from the handsome face.

 

“Someone start timing.  I’ll stay out until you see sunburn.  Can I get something to eat?”

 

Peter glanced at the watch on his wrist.  He noted the time and then walked to the kitchen.  Spike stood watching Xan, looking for redness to appear.

 

Peter returned with two bags of warmed blood.  He handed one to Xander.  Xander greedily bit into the plastic and quickly drained the bag.  He reached for the other passing over the empty at the same time.  He drained that one as quickly. 

 

“So?”  He asked as he gave Peter the other empty bag.

 

“So?”

 

“No redness yet?”

 

“Not yet.  Do you feel any difference in the light from before?”

 

“It’s hotter on my skin.  It feels so good.”

 

They stood there talking while they waited.  When the first sign of redness appeared Xander came back inside.  Peter checked his watch.  Xander had stood out in the sun for over thirty minutes.

 

“Spike, you’ll have to increase your exposure a little each day until you’ve gotten that white bod accustomed to the sun.  Xander could probably last all day with just a good coat of waterproof SPF 20.”

 

“I don’t know about you two, but we’ve been up all night and I need my sleep.”  Spike said and then yawned.

 

“How can you be sleepy?  This is exciting!  You can go outside in the light of day!”

 

“Yes, but I have until the end of time to enjoy the dawns.  Right now I’m beat.  Let’s go to bed.”

 

“I could use some rest too, Xan.”

 

“I’ll bet you could.  I heard to two of you all the way upstairs.  Couldn’t you wait for me?”

 

“I’m sorry Xan.”  Spike started.

 

“Hush, I’m kidding.  There’ll be times with us all together, and times where we pair off, that’s to be expected.  Now let’s get that shuteye.”

 

The three men returned to the bed room.  Spike lay down in the middle of the huge black four poster bed.  Peter lay to his right and Xander to his left.  He gathered them to his chest.  He pillowed their heads against him.  He felt filled with love, filled to overflowing.  His heart was full of happiness.  It was an emotion that he’d not so fully experienced in two centuries.  He’d been happy with Xander but now with Peter added to their family he felt at last completed.  He fell into a peaceful sleep.

 

Peter reached over and pressed the button that he’d seen Xander use the day before.  The curtains that ran in tracks in the ceiling around the bed silently closed, sheathing the trio in darkness.

 

~SM~

 

The next evening…

 

Ring, ring.

 

Spike slapped at the alarm.

 

Ring, ring.

 

The vampire roused enough to realize that the phone was ringing.  He grabbed the handset that was built into the headboard.

 

“It’s your dime.”

 

“Spike, Buffy just reported in.  It’s the horde.”

 

“Where?”

 

“She said they were at the cemetery.  The horde was coming up out of a fissure that had opened in the ground.”

 

“We’re on the way.  Scramble the rest of the Scoobies.”

 

“They’re on the way.”

 

Spike disconnected the call.  Peter and Xander were not in the bed.  He retracted the curtains and practically jumped into his clothes.  He was still pulling on his duster as he ran down stairs.

 

Peter and Xander were on the balcony.  Peter was putting Xander through his paces they were practicing web nets.  Xander seemed to have the procedure down.

 

“Pete!  Xander!  It’s time, we’ve got to get to the cemetery!”

 

“Buffy?”

 

“She’s already there.  Let’s move!”

 

Peter and Xander grabbed their coats from the coat rack.  Peter ran back to the balcony and slung a web line.  He swung away into the dusk.

 

Xander and Spike shrugged and followed him.  Peter was visible in the distance as he leapt from building to building.  As they entered the wooded area near the cemetery he began to swing from the tallest of the trees.

 

Peter saw just ahead an eerie glow.  He headed for it.  His spider sense was reacting to it.  That was where he would find the Slayer and the Horde.

 

Peter stopped atop a huge oak tree.  He could see the Horrible Horde, it was a collection of disgusting figures.  Some barely looked human.  It lived up to its name.  Xander and Spike landed lightly to each side of him. 

 

“There’s Buffy.”  Xander said as he pointed.

 

Peter followed the gesture and saw the girl hiding in the bushes. 

 

“Thank all the gods she didn’t just rush in.  That’s all we would have needed to have to rescue her and dispatch these freaks.”  Spike snapped.

 

“Alright, you both know what to do.  We’ve got to thin down this bunch so we can take them out.”

 

“Giles and the others just pulled up.”

 

“Good, lets move!”

 

Peter snapped a line and swung out over the horde.  He began shooting web nets over groups of three and four.  As he moved back for another pass he saw Xander and Spike doing the same thing. 

 

Three passes by the three web slingers and the majority of the Horde were pinned to the ground.  Giles was taking out those still free with expert shots of his crossbow.  Buffy had taken a sword and was hacking her way through.  Willow and Tara stood back and used magic spells to cover their compatriots. 

 

Spike and Xander landed near the Opal.  Each took an axe.  They leapt into the fray.  Peter kept circling, reinforcing the nets that held the remainder of the Horde trapped like flies.

 

As soon as the group below had dispatched the free demons, they began to move through the webs.  Either Spike or Xander would peel back the web and Buffy quickly and effectively decapitated each prisoner.

 

“It almost seems unfair.  Buffy said as she lopped off another demon’s head.”

 

“Better this way than the world going to hell.”  Spike said.

 

They approached the net holding one of the biggest demons that Buffy had even seen.  He was alone inside.  His eyes were glowing red as though all the fires of hell were contained within his unnatural body.

 

Spike started to peel back the web.  Suddenly the web was wrenched from his grasp as the demon within ripped it to shreds.  The monster stood, he towered above them.

 

“You betray your own kind!”  The damned creature screamed at Spike.  The huge fingers of his hand were capped with ugly claws.  He slashed at the blond vampire.

 

Peter’s spider sense had tipped him off.  He had been helping Giles to deal with trapped demons but had leaped away.  Giles ran to follow.

 

Peter landed in between Spike and the demon.  He tried to grab the arm and hold it at bay.  This demon was more powerful than he’d been told.  He couldn’t stop the blow.  The claws raked him from shoulder to gut.  Peter screamed in agony, the claws were venomous.

 

Buffy swung her sword in a mighty arch, neatly severing the demon’s head from its shoulders.  Giles, Willow, and Tara and Xander arrived to see Peter collapse into Spike’s arms.

 

Xander moved to kneel beside the pair.  Xander’s face was lined with concern.

 

“Peter?”  He looked at Spike.

 

“The claws held a poison.  He’d dieing.”

 

“Willow, Tara can you stop the poison?”  Xander looked at his oldest friend, a plea visible on his features.

 

“No, it’s beyond our power.”

 

Peter gasped, “Spike please.  I just found you and Xan.  Don’t wanna die.  Not now.”

 

“Do it,” Xander said.

 

“Wait a minute.”  Buffy started. 

 

Xander didn’t even turn to her as he pinned her with a web net.  He stood and allowed his face to shift into the vampire visage.

 

“Xander!”  Willow gasped.

 

Spike took advantage of the group’s inattention to bring Peter to him.  First he slashed his own neck then he bit deeply into Peter’s.  He felt the man’s mouth clamp over the wound.  He quickly took the blood, allowing his own body to filter out the venom and Peter took it back.

 

“Xander, you’ve been turned!”  Buffy spat.

 

“I still have my soul, didn’t you even wonder how in the hell I was able to do help capture the demons?  You didn’t care as long as I was covering you asses!  You want to let Peter die because you don’t agree with what we are!”

 

“Xander, why do you still have your soul?”

 

“Something in Spike’s blood, from when the Master Demon restored his soul.”

 

“And the spider abilities came from Peter’s blood?”

 

“Yeah, we’re more powerful than the slayer, but we’re ensouled.  We’re safe.  I was turned last night and I haven’t wanted to take a human life.  I just want to be left alone.”

 

“Uh, Xander.  There are still demons trapped under webs.  If you’ll let me out we can take them out while Spike helps Pete.”  Buffy said.

 

“If you go near them, any of you, I swear to you I’ll kill you myself.”

 

 “We won’t interfere.  I promise.”  Giles said solemnly. 

 

Spike had pulled off of Peter and called Xander to them.  Xander let his face revert as he knelt by his lovers.

 

“I’ve given him all I can, Xan.  Your turn, I’ll help the others.”

 

Xander took Peter into his arms.  He reached up and tore his neck offering his blood to the man.  Peter’s mouth sealed over the wound.  Xander bit into the neck.  The wound that Spike had made had already healed.  The blood that Xander took in had only a hint of the vile venom.  His allowed his body to cleanse it and then Peter to take the vicious liquid back. 

 

Peter slowly withdrew from Xander’s neck.  He pressed his lips closed and ran his tongue over his teeth.  The canines were already elongating.  Xander had stopped taking his blood when he felt Peter pull away.  Peter felt the wound in his neck heal over.

 

“Let me lie down, Xan.  I know what happens next.”

 

Xander laid Peter flat on his back.  He held his hand as the spasms started to wrack the powerful body.  Peter didn’t scream.  His back arched as the pain became more intense.  The warm flesh began to grow cooler, Peter groaned piteously as he fell into unconsciousness.

 

Long minutes later, after they’d dispatched the last of the Horde the Scoobies and Buffy returned.  Buffy knelt down beside Peter.  She looked over at Xander with a wary look.

 

“What happened?”

 

“His body is dieing.  Spike and I managed to filter out the poison.”

 

“Amazing to actually witness the transformation.”  Giles was all Watcher now.

 

Spike joined the group, he was wiping his mouth.

 

“Go rid your body of the venom, Xan.”  Spike gave him a gentle push.  “I’ll stay with him, Love.”

 

Xan stood.  He wasn’t above giving the group a show.  He poured on the vampiric speed.  In the space between two heartbeats he was standing out in the woods.

 

He felt the venom inside his body.  It burned as he willed it to rise; he bent almost double and expelled exactly six drops.  Spike had taken the majority of the deadly fluid.  He’d probably sleep for the next couple of days as his body recovered.   

 

Xander spat repeatedly to try to clear the last vestige of the aftertaste from his mouth.  He heard water.  There was a spring nearby.  He ran as fast as thought to it.  He brought the cool water to his lips.  He swished out his mouth repeatedly until the taste was completely gone.  That having been done he returned to the group.

 

“Damn, Xander show off much?”  Buffy asked as the wind from his passage almost blew her over.

 

“When have I ever had anything to show off?”  He said good naturedly.  How’s Pete?”

 

“He’s coming around.”  Spike answered.  “We need to get him back to the penthouse.  It’ll be dawn soon and we don’t know if he’ll be able to stand the light.”

 

“Hold the phone.  You turned him, he’s a vampire.  Sunlight plus undead equals ashes, remember?”

 

“Something about his blood, Xander stood outside in the morning sun for half an hour, he only got mild sunburn.  I barely lasted a minute.”

 

“So we’ve got a new race of vampires?  Powerful enough to wipe out the Slayer, with spider powers, and now we find out they are day walkers?”

 

“Good thing we’re on your side, right Pet?”  Spike asked.

 

“Yeah, glad to have you aboard.”

 

Giles had walked away his keys in his hand.  He called back over his shoulder.

 

“I’ll bring the car.”

 

“Great, so we’ll have to fold him up like a pair of pants.”

 

“Shut up Buffy.”  Her four friends said at once.

 

“Geese, I’m kidding!”

 

Minutes later Peter was laid out of the back seat, his head cradled in Xander’s lap.  Spike and Buffy sat up front and Giles drove.  Willow followed with Tara in their Miata.

 

As they approached the apartment building Spike gave Giles directions.  The older man did as he was instructed without question.  When he reached what appeared to be a dead end Spike got rolled down the window and produced a computer card.  He swiped it through a hidden card reader.  The wall in front of them lowered away until it was flat.  Giles drove into the hidden garage and parked.  Willow pulled into the spot beside him.

 

Xander lifted Peter and carried him to the elevator nearby.  Spike was already there and had summoned the car.  The doors parted as the rest of the group joined them.  The lift quickly rose.  The doors opened into the living room of the penthouse.   

 

 “I’ll take him upstairs, Love.”

 

Xander let Spike take Peter from him.  As they inert body was transferred it convulsed.  Peter’s eyes opened.

 

“Spike?  Xan?”  He croaked.

 

“Shush, baby.  It’s alright, Spike’s gonna take you upstairs to rest.”  Xander caressed the cool skin of Peter’s cheek.

 

Peter relaxed, laying his head on Spike’s shoulder.  The blond man took carried him up the stairs and into the master bedroom.  A few minutes later Spike returned to join the group.  There would probably be many questions.

 

“So, what’s with the Bat Cave?”  Buffy asked.

 

“Yeah, the bikes, the cars?”  Willow added.

 

“I thought that it would be easier than trying to explain.”  Spike said.

 

“So explain.”

 

“I’ve been around for over two centuries.  Do you think I’ve been living hand to mouth the whole time?  I was rich when I was turned.”

 

“So what did you do?  Play the stock market?”

 

“I’ve got a sizeable portfolio.  I also own various rental properties, a handful of restaurants and several high profile law firms.”

 

“What was the deal with living in a crypt?”

 

“I wasn’t planning on staying here.  When Xander and I paired off I knew that he was keen on hanging around so I contacted the Immortal Bank of London and transferred some assets, and purchased a couple of properties this building, Sel de la Terre, and Ekips Laboratories.”

 

“So you own the biggest company in town and the best restaurant?”  Buffy said with a sour look on her face.  “Just how much are you worth, William?”

 

“As of the last quarter’s reports around seven.”

 

“Seven million?”

 

“Seven billion, that’s with a B.”  Xander corrected.

 

“Seven billion dollars?”  Willow sat down hard.

 

“Easy there Wil, it’s just money.”

 

“Just money he says.  Tara you knew that Spike owned…”

 

“Don’t blame her, my barrister included a gag order as part of the contract.  She wasn’t able to disclose the owner to anyone, without my presence and approval.  In return she was granted 49% ownership in the business.”

 

“You own part of Sel de la Terre?”

 

“Yes, we do.”

 

“Should I ask how much we’re worth?”

 

“Well with two years in the business, as well as your percentage from the Magic Box; we’ve the first million socked away and well on the way to the second.”

 

“We’ve almost two million dollars?”  Willow looked almost on the verge of a major freak out.

 

“I almost forgot.”  Spike walked to the corner of the room to an antique roll top desk.  He withdrew a sheath of papers.  “Buffy if you’ll sign here.  You’ll start drawing from the trust that I have set aside for you.  It’s a monthly allowance.  That way you won’t have to sling hash at the school cafeteria.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Dawn needs you at home.  And you’ve been through too much to have to worry about where the money’s coming from.  Being the Slayer isn’t a paying gig so until now, Xander has found out where the money was needed and I’ve either paid the bills or hidden the money where I knew that you’d find it.  That’s getting a bit tedious, so sign here.”

 

Buffy took the pen and numbly signed the document.  She didn’t bother to read it.

 

“I’ll trust your discretion about where the money is coming from.  When’s Dawn due back from camp?”

 

“She’ll be home Wednesday.”

 

“Spike?  I’m starving from the hunger.”  Peter called weakly from the stairs.

 

“I’m on it.”  Xander answered.

 

Spike moved to help Peter to the sofa.  He helped the man to lie down on the sofa. 

 

“How ya feel, Love?”

 

“Like last week’s shit.”

 

“This will help.  Here Pete.”  Xander handed him a warmed blood bag.

 

“I don’t want to freak anyone out.”

 

“Eat, Peter.  It’s alright, we’re all friends here.”  Buffy said as she gestured for him to get on with it.

 

Peter quickly drained the bag, then a second, and asked for a third.  Spike went to heat another.

 

“You color’s improved dramatically.”  Buffy remarked.  “Feeling any better?”

 

“Yeah, much.”

 

Spike returned and gave him the unit.  Peter drained it and then sat up.  He held his face in his hands.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“I have a decision to make.  I’ve helped like I promised.  I have to either go back to my dimension or stay here.  My heart belongs here, but my Aunt Mae.”

 

There was a flash of light.  A woman appeared sitting in the middle of a huge web.

 

“You called?”

 

“I said Aunt Mae.”  Peter said.

 

Madame Webb stood up. The woman lifted the dark glasses from her eyes and reached up a hand to remove a wig.  There was Peter’s Aunt Mae.

 

“Aunt Mae?  What in the hell is going on?”

 

“I am Mae Parker, but from this dimension.  I was recruited by the Powers that Be, many many years ago.  Our Peter died from the bite that transformed you.  I watched over all the Spidermen in all the multiverse.  Only you touched my heart.  I eventually found the replacement for your dimension and brought you here.  Peter Parker in this world died.  The multiverse has a way of balancing itself, thus you died again, only this time there was Spike and Xander to give you immortality.  I do hope that you’ll stay.  I live in New York with Uncle Ben.”

 

“Uncle Ben!”  Peter’s voice was a hoarse whisper.

 

“He’s alive and well.  I’ve used my abilities to make certain that the two of us will live out extremely long and useful lives.”

 

“Well, Xan, Peter shall I start packing?”  Spike asked.

 

“Yeah, Peter needs to go to his family.  After what he’s been through in his life in the other dimension he needs time with both of them.”  Xander said.

 

“Thank you both.”  Peter said.  “I love you two.”

 

“And we love you, Peter Parker.”  Spike said.

 

”Ditto.”  Xander said.   

 

“Think New York can handle three Spidermen?”  Willow asked.

 

“We’ll just have to find out.”  Peter replied.

 

Spike had grabbed a phone.

 

“I’ll start wrapping up loose ends.  We should be in New York by the end of the week.”

 

“Can I at least call Uncle Ben?”

 

“I believe I can do better than that.”  Madame Webb said as she seated herself again.  A gesture caused another flash of light.

 

“What the hell?  Mae, what are you up to?”  An old man asked.

 

“Someone here wants to see you.”  She pointed.

 

Ben Parker looked around, seeing Peter he almost ran to the man.  He hugged him tightly.

 

“Son, oh my God, son.  It’s so good to have you back.”  Tears welled up in the old man’s eyes.

 

“Uncle Ben, is it really you?” 

 

“It’s me Son.  It’s alright.  I know from what Mae told me that I died in your world.  I’m ok here.”

 

Peter broke down into tears.  The tears were blood.

 

“Mae, he’s bleeding!”  Ben shouted.

 

“It’s alright, there are some things that you need to know.”  Mae said as she moved to seat herself beside the two men in her life, her beloved husband and their son, their Peter.

 

Peter spoke.  “Uncle Ben, you’ve been the only Father that I’ve even known!  I’m sorry!”

 

The old man cradled the weeping boy to him. 

 

“Whatever it is that you’re apologizing for Peter, don’t.  There’s nothing to forgive.  You’re my son and you always were.”

 

Peter dissolved into sobs.

 

Mae began to tell Ben everything that had happened.  When she was finished she waited for his reaction.

 

“We’ve got him back, Mae.  I for all I care he can be as queer as dick’s hatband.  Spike, Alexander you’re family now.  You’re always welcome.”

 

“Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Parker.”

 

“It’s Uncle Ben and Aunt Mae.”  The man corrected.

 

“Or Mom and Dad.”  Peter interjected.  “If that’s ok, Dad?” 

 

Ben Parker smiled as though his life were complete.

 

“That’s fine, Son.”  He answered.  “When are you coming home?”

 

“Within the week, Spike has some business to finish up here.”  Peter answered.

 

“What kind of name is Spike?  What’s your given name Son?”

 

“It’s William, sir.”

 

“Well William, you and Alexander and Peter hurry you’re welcome to stay with us as long as you want.”

 

“Come Ben, I’m needed and you really need to get back home.  They’ll be along soon enough.”

 

“I’ll get your room ready, Peter.” 

 

The light flashed a he was gone.

 

“I’ll see you in New York.  Welcome home Peter.”  Aunt Mae said and then disappeared.

 

“So this is the end of the Scoobies?”

 

“I doubt that, Buffy.  You’ll see us all again.”  Peter answered.  “With Madame Webb being my Mom, you can be certain of it.”

 

Fin