TITLE:  Make Me Yours
AUTHOR:  Tienco (tienco@msn.com)
COUPLE:  X/S for now. . .
RATING:  I'm gonna say NC-17 to be safe
DISTRIBUTION:  My site!!  www.oocities.org/tienco_21 and various lists.
Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it.  Oh, Kylia, and Jai can always
have it. . .if I've given you permission for something else, you are welcome
to this.
DISCLAIMER:  All belongs to Joss Whedon.  Gosh, I wish I were Joss.  I'd
have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and
Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a
party!!
FEEDBACK:  Of *course*.  Makes me write more.
SPOILERS:  BIG spoiler for total Ep One of Season Five.  I have no clue what
the name is. . .I'm sure it's something like Dracula or something.
SUMMARY:  Xander needs Spike to calm his. . .ache.
NOTES:  *sigh*  I was sad, guys.  I really wanted dark evil Xander, not
weird Xander.
DEDICATION:  To Jinni, who I was talking to while watching the ep tonight. .
.she gave me this idea. . .it's cannon to the point Xander betrays Buffy and
takes her to the castle, then completely veers off in a whole AU that would
have rocked if it happened. . .

~*~*~*~

The door to the crypt slung up with a fierce slam against the wall.  Spike
looked up, scarred eyebrow cocked in mild surprise.  Xander Harris stood
there, out of breath.  "Fuck, Harris," Spike growled, looking back down to
the paper he had spread out on his lap.  "What the bloody hell do you want?"

"Immortality," Xander whispered, his eyes roving over Spike's sitting form.

Spike glanced up.  "Excuse me?"

"Immortality, Spike.  I need to live forever."  He stalked the vampire, his
eyes glittering with something Spike had never seen before.  He dropped to
his knees in front of the vampire, yanking the newspaper out of Spike's lap.
He tilted his head back, exposing his long neck.  "Bite me."

"You are out of your bloody mind, Chubs," Spike growled, pushing Xander away
from him.  "I don't know what the hell you are thinking, but I'm *not*
giving you immortality."

Xander scrambled back to the vampire.  "Please, Spike. . .I need it. .
.blood is life. . .I need to taste it. . .I need to taste you."

"You are out of your mind!  You are the Slayer's Pet!  Do you think she
would actually let me *live* if I sired you!?  And even if I wanted to
bloody spend the rest of eternity with you - which I don't - then why the
hell do *you* want to?"

Xander licked his lips, running his hands up Spike's thighs teasingly.  His
eyes were firmly locked on Spike's crotch, watching as the bulge began to
strain against the denim.  "My Master promised me, but he would rather have
Buffy.  He wants her, not me.  I was a pawn. . .I hunger for it, Spike.  I
ache to feel the demon within me."

Spike grasped Xander's chin and yanked his face up.  "Fuck!  You are his
soddin' bug eater!"

Xander growled, causing Spike to blink in surprise and strain against his
jeans.  "I need it, Spike."  He leaned forward, his tongue snaking out to
lick against Spike's denim covered cock.  Spike's eyes shut and he thrust
up, imagining what it would feel like to have the boy's warm mouth covering
his thick shaft.  The sound of his zipper unzipping caused blue-gold eyes to
open and look down in surprise as Xander pulled his aching rod out of its
confines.  "I want to prove to you how much I want this," Xander murmured
over Spike's weeping head.  The mortal closed his eyes and wrapped his lips
around the crown of his dick.

Spike groaned, too many thoughts running through his head.  The sheer fact
that the Slayer's Pet was on his knees, about to suck his cock made him
harder than he had been in too long of a time.  However, the fear of the
Slayer's wrath was making Spike want to throw the boy out of his crypt.  He
put his hands on Xander's shoulders, ready to push him away, when his whole
body tensed and started trembling.

Xander had engulfed his cock, the mortal's nose pressed against his brown
springy curls.  Spike closed his eyes and laid his head back, a low groan
emanating from his chest.  "Oh, god, Xander," he purred as the human began
to run his tongue along his shaft.  The warmth surrounding the cock that had
been cold for so long rocked him to the core, making him want. . .need more.

Long pale fingers curled around Xander's dark hair, pulling him up slightly,
then pushing him back into his crotch.  Xander gripped the vampire's thighs
tightly, opening his mouth a little wider, but keeping his lips pressed
firmly against Spike's rod.  The blonde took initiative and began to guide
Xander's mouth over his cock. . .up and down, up and down.

As Spike hadn't been with anyone in quite a while, the last being the ditzy
Harmony, the feel of Xander sucking him was almost too much.  It wasn't long
before Spike was pounding Xander's face against his crotch, fucking his
mouth almost brutally.  And the boy was taking it all, eyes closed tightly,
fingernails digging into Spike's thighs.

As Spike's balls tightened, signaling his impending orgasm, he pushed Xander
into his crotch, keeping the boy there, his dick filling Xander's mouth.
The human started humming, the back of his throat vibrating against the head
of Spike's dick.  With a roar, Spike exploded, shooting his load down Xander
's throat.

To the vampire's amazement, the boy drank all of him, not losing one drop of
cum.  He yanked Xander's head up, glowing amber eyes burning into desire
filled brown.  "Make me yours," Xander whispered.

Spike flew out of the chair, slamming Xander into the ground.  The
brown-haired man groaned softly at the pain, squirming against the vampire.
Spike was stretched out on top of him, covering his body like a blanket.
Cool lips were attached at Xander's neck, nibbling slightly at the skin,
waiting for the inevitable pain.

He pierced the skin slightly, cringing.

There was no pain.

A smiled spread over sharp fangs.  When Spike realized that there would be
no pain on his part involved, he sank his jagged teeth into the supple skin.
Xander arched against him, crying out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Oh, my fucking god," the brown headed man moaned, digging his nails into
Spike's shoulders.  "Please. . .drink all I have to offer, Spike.  Take it
all, please. . ."

Spike closed his eyes, becoming rock hard as the sweet taste of ecstasy
filled blood flooded into his mouth.  He drank eagerly, hungrily.  It had
been far too long since he'd tasted fresh human blood.

As Xander's desire filled moans started to quiet, and the sound of his heart
started to slow down, Spike pulled away.  He stared down into sleepy brown
eyes.  "Spike," he said softly.  "Please. . .take the pain away. . ."
Xander turned his head slightly, tears filling his eyes.  "The pain of
losing Wills, the pain of being just donut man. . .make me more, Spike. . ."

Spike bit into his wrist, watching with sick fascination as his own blood
welled up in the gashes.  He turned his wrist, smiling as the blood dripped
onto pale lips, causing them to slowly turn red.  A pale pink tongue shot
out, licking at his lips.  Xander wearily tried to lift his head, reaching
for the wrist that would give him life.  Spike took pity on the brown haired
man, putting his wrist against Xander's lips.  The mortal eagerly latched
his lips to Spike's wrist, drinking every drop of blood he could.

It wasn't long before big brown eyes closed, the body underneath Spike
cooling.  Spike gulped, watching the face of the man he had just sired.  "I
hope you enjoy this, Harris," he said softly, getting up to let his childe
go through the embrace.

*~*~*~*

Blood red painted fingertips trailed along the side of the crypt, brushing
at the stone.  Brown eyes glittered in the moonless night, glancing around
warily.  The three-day-old vampire licked his lips at the thought of finding
his Sire and dropping to his knees, pleasing him in the most intimate of
ways.

"Where could he be?"

Xander froze, the demon within him roaring at the sense of the Slayer.  He'd
managed to avoid her the three days he'd been undead, and wasn't ready to
see her yet.  He wanted to be stronger, wanted to be able to at least have a
chance to defeat her. . .though he knew she would never be able to stake one
of her best friends, even if he did have a demon.

"I don't know, Buffy," Willow responded softly, her sad voice carrying to
Xander's ears.  The vampire licked his lips at the thought of the redhead.
"I have called his house. . .Anya's been looking for him. . .no one has seen
him.  Do you think. . ."  A sob caught in her throat.  "Do you think that
maybe Dracula got to him somehow?  Giles said there were those Sister
chicks. . ."

Xander could smell the sweet salty tears that fell down the witch's cheeks,
even though he kept his distance from them.  He glanced around the crypt,
seeing the two sitting beside a tombstone, waiting for someone to rise.
"Stupid minions," Xander chuckled darkly.  Spike had taken long lengths to
explain to him the difference between a minion and a true childe, and was
thrilled to discover that he was a childe of a Master, and not just an
undead crony.

"I don't know, Willow," Buffy whispered sadly.  "I'm afraid. . ."  She
swallowed.  "What if they kept him?  What if he's gone?  It would be my
fault.  I couldn't protect him from Dracula, because of that damn thrall!"

"M. . .Maybe. . ." Willow's voice trembled, "he just had to get away for a
bit, because of the horror he felt. . .you know embarrassed. . .because of
the whole Master/evil pet thing he had going for him."

"Did you know Spike said that he probably ate bugs?" Buffy grimaced.

"You've seen Spike lately?" the redhead asked quietly, glancing over at
Buffy.

"Huh?  Oh, yea, last night.  Riley and me were patrolling.  Spike was
milling about, doing the
undead-I-have-a-chip-and-wish-I-could-bite-harmless-bunny routine," Buffy
shrugged.

Anger filled Xander's veins and his eyes turned amber.  "How dare you," he
hissed softly.  "Calling my Sire a helpless bunny.  You'll see who's a
helpless bunny, when he's standing over your broken body."  He watched as
the two girls chatted a little more, then stood to leave the cemetery.  He
followed at a discreet distance, knowing that he was just out of the range
of her Slayer sense.  The two women led him to Willow's house, where Buffy
was dropping her off.

Xander went around to the back of the house and climbed up the trellis,
peering into the French doors of Willow's childhood bedroom.  Memories of
running after her and Jesse filled his mind and he smiled softly, putting
his hand against the glass.  The smile turned evil as he imagined his Willow
beside him and Spike, taking over Sunnydale.

He watched her wander around her room, picking up a picture.  He didn't know
what memory was in the intricate frame, but by the tears he could see
streaking down her cheeks, he assumed it was him.  He knocked on the glass,
startling the redhead out of her thoughts.  She jumped slightly and turned,
her eyes wide with fear.  "Xander?" she mouthed.

Xander's face slid into an easy grin, one of times past.  "Hey, Wills," he
purred, running his fingertips down her glass door.

She got and unlocked the door, swinging it open for him.  Tears filled her
green eyes as she studied him from under her lashes.  The differences in
Xander were obvious:  his jeans were dark and tight, a white tee shirt and
black leather jacket completed the outfit.  His eyes danced with
mischievousness, and his brown bangs fell in his eyes.  He looked more
relaxed than usual, and not near as goofy.  He looked. . .sexy.

Willow stared open mouthed, not having really noticed Xander as a *guy* in
longer than she could remember.  She'd locked those feelings away after
Spike kidnapped the two of them over a year before, when Cordelia had been
hurt.  A slow blush started at her cheeks, spreading down her neck to
disappear under her blouse.  "I have a girlfriend," she hissed.

Xander leaned against the window, running his fingers through his hair.  He
trailed his thumbnail down his jawbone, across his lips, sucking softly on
the blood red nail.  "Yep.  Tara.  I know her.  Short, blonde, little witchy
girl?  I have a girlfriend too, Wills.  Anya, different hair every week,
ex-demon. . .you know who she is."

She squirmed, looking down.  "What are you doing here?"  She couldn't meet
his eyes, couldn't look into those fathomless dark brown orbs, and control
her thoughts.

"I can't come see my best friend?" he purred.

"Xander, where have you been?" she asked, looking up at him.  She brushed
her cheeks with the back of her hand, trying to wipe the stream of tears
away.  "We've been going out of our minds!  Are you ok?  Did the. . ."  Her
voice caught.  "Did the Sisters get you?" she whispered.

Xander found himself wanting to touch her, to taste her.  She would be his
Sire's greatest Childe, even darker and more evil than he.  He licked his
lips at the thought of the three of them storming the world, leaving a wave
of blood in their wake.  They would make the Scourge of Europe look like
child's play.  "Can I come in?" he asked softly, closing his eyes.

Willow frowned.  For some reason, the hair on the back of her neck stood up
being around Xander, but she trusted him. . .

"Come in, Xander," she said softly.

*~*~*~*

Spike glanced up, narrowing icy blue eyes.  The bond between he and his only
childe hummed with excitement.  Xander was up to something, something that
Spike knew probably wasn't a good thing.  Something that probably involved
the Slayer, or one of her pets.

"Bloody hell, Harris," Spike grumbled, throwing his cigarette down.  He
stomped on it, closing his eyes.  He mentally tugged on the bond,
discovering the direction in which his childe was.  He began to follow the
waves of enthusiasm Xander was feeling.  "All I wanted you to do was hunt
me.  Have a little dinner, then see if you could track dear old dad.  But
could you?  Of bloody course not.  I wasn't this bad for Angelus.  I would
actually *do* what he said.  Don't know why I agreed to this in the first
soddin' place."

With a growl, he stalked off into the night, his coat billowing in the wind.

~*~*~*~

Willow had her back to Xander, wiping her tears away.  There was something
wrong, something making her skin crawl and the hair on her neck stand up.
She couldn't pinpoint what it was.  "Xander. . ."

"Hush, Wills. . ." Xander purred, running his hands down her arms.  He
leaned forward and ran his tongue along the shell of her ear.  "You belong
to me," he whispered.

"What?" she asked, spinning around, pulling out of his grasp.  "I most
certainly do NOT belong to you!  I belong to Ta. . .Holy.  Shit."  Her mouth
dropped open as Xander's game face slid into place.  "You. . .you, you, you
are a vampire. . ."  She backed away from him, fear rolling off of her in
waves.  "Oh, goddess, you are a vampire!"

"It's wonderful, my beautiful Willow.  I can see sharper, I can feel the
rush of your blood humming through your veins. . .I can hear your heart
pounding against your chest. . .I can almost taste the sweetness of your
fear, your innocence. . .Willow, did you know that innocence rolls off you
in waves?  It is a wonder that you haven't been killed or embraced yet."
Xander stepped forward, reaching out to touch her cheek.

She 'eeped', pulling out of his touch.  "P. . .please tell me you aren't my
Xander," she said, tears streaming down her face.  "Please tell me that you
are the Xander from the other universe. . ."

"No," he purred.  "I'm yours."  He stepped into her personal space, and she
stepped back against the wall.  She looked around frantically, needing
escape from him.  He put his hands on the wall on either side of her head,
and leaned in.  His game face was mere inches from her own crying face.
"Just as you are mine."

"D. . .did Dracula do this?" she sobbed.

"Dracula was a fool.  He dismissed me, thinking of me as nothing but a
fucking bug eater.  He didn't know the true potential I could have."  Xander
licked his lips.  "So I found a real vampire, someone who would mold me into
a true Childe of the Night."

She wiped her tears away, a spark of curiosity in her green eyes.  "Who?"
she whispered.

"Spike."

She blinked rapidly, then shook her head.  "No!" she cried.  "Not Spike!  He
can't. . .he can't bite!  There's no way he could have done this!!"

"It's true," Xander purred.  "I belong to him."  He leaned forward, running
his tongue along her cheek.  "So salty, yet so sweet," he whispered against
her forehead, before kissing it.  "All mine."

She squealed in terror, pushing against his chest.  He wasn't expecting the
push and fell back, landing on his ass on the floor.  He growled dangerously
at her, thrilled with the fact that she didn't automatically fall into his
arms, that he would have to chase her before she submitted.  "It's all a
game, Wills.  Who can win, me or you?"

She ran to her desk and pulled out a stake, gripping it tightly.  "I will,
you bastard!  You took my best friend's soul and replaced it with a demon!
I don't know you, I don't care to know you, and I *will* dust you!"

Xander's game face retreated, his human planes sliding into place.  "Aww,"
he said softly, in a voice that he knew she would respond to, "Come on,
Wills. . .put the stake down."

"No!" she cried, clutching it for dear life.  She trembled in fear, but held
her ground.  "Don't make me kill you, Alexander LaVelle Harris."

"Bloody FUCK!"

Both of them turned to see a *very* pissed off Spike standing on the
balcony, on the other side of the invisible barrier.  "Damn it, Xander, what
are you doing to Red?"

Willow's eyes grew cold to the vampire she had come to regard as somewhat
her friend.  "You did this," she hissed.  "You made him a vampire."

"He bloody begged me for it, luv!  Sucked me off and everything!  You don't
just turn a human down after he's had his mouth around your cock - not when
he was as good as Xanpet was."  Spike began to pace.  "Let me in, Red."

"NO!" Willow screamed.  "Bad enough I invited *him* in, but you?  Are you
trying to see just how stupid I can be?"

"Xander," Spike said, a demanding tone to his voice.  "Come on.  Let's leave
Red alone."  He really had no desire to see this particular human hurt.  She
had been the only one who was truly nice to him when he got the chip
implanted in his head.

"I want her," Xander purred.  "I want her to be mine.  To be ours."  He
stood up, brushing his pants off.  "Can you imagine that, Spikey?  Her
between us, her warmth surrounding us. . ."  He groaned softly, opening
yellow eyes.  He turned them to Willow, his orbs burning into hers.  "I want
to feel you tremble beneath me, Willow."

"Xander," Spike said dangerously.  "Come out here now."

Xander growled at his Sire.  He couldn't understand why the blonde wouldn't
let him have his Willow.  It was the only thing he'd asked for since he'd
been embraced.  He wanted her beside him, for eternity.

He glared at Willow angrily.  "It's wonderful here, babe.  Everything I've
ever fought against, everything I've ever believed in. . .it's all gone.  It
's been replaced. . .delicious thoughts of evil and death, blood and
entrails."  He reached out, trailing his fingernails along her cheek.  "You
would be his greatest accomplishment.  You would embody everything the demon
is, Willow.  I've seen it in you.  I know you have the darkness.  I know
that you are powerful. . .your powers would be so much more intense if you
were one of us.  You could do things your human mind can't dream of. . .can'
t even comprehend."  He smirked.  "But alas, I cannot give you this.  You
have to choose, Willow.  What do you want?  Me, or the good fight?"  He
leaned forward, kissing her lips softly.  "It's all up to you," he murmured
against her full lips.  "You will be able to find me if you want me."

He turned, narrowing his eyes at his Sire, who was in full game face and
growling dangerously.  "Damn, dad.  I'm coming.  Hold your fucking horses."
He glanced back over his shoulder at Willow with a smirk, then walked out of
the room into the night.

*~*~*~*

Xander grunted as Spike slammed him against the tree they had just passed.
"What the bloody fuck are you doing, Harris?"

Xander frowned, pushing at Spike's chest.  It was no use, the older vampire
was much stronger than the newly turned Childe.  "She's *mine*, Spike!  She'
s always been mine!  What part of that don't you get?"

Spike growled dangerously.  "Don't talk back to me, you whelp.  I brought
you here, I can fucking destroy you.  You are a demon now."

Xander could see the truth in Spike's eyes.  He decided to play nice.  Just
for that moment though.  "Spike," he asked softly, lowering his eyes in
submission.  "I apologize for going to Willow.  However, I don't see what
the problem is.  Why can't I go to her?"

"She will go to the soddin' Slayer!  I'm sure that Bitchy already knows that
you are a vampire and I sired you.  And then she will come after me.  I can'
t exactly defend myself against her, you know."

The thought of Buffy killing his Sire outraged the demon within Xander.
"Don't worry," he purred.  "I will protect you.  I won't let her hurt you."
He shrugged.  "Besides, I don't think Willow will.  She will cave. . .come
to us."

"Whatever," Spike hissed.  He pulled away from his Childe, looking up at the
sky.  "Come on.  Sunrise soon."

The two vampires grudgingly made their way back to the crypt.

~*~*~*~

Buffy glanced at Riley worriedly.  Her boyfriend shrugged.  The two of them
turned back to Willow, who was staring at the far wall, a blank look on her
face.  "Wills?" Buffy asked softly.

Willow didn't answer.  She didn't do much that lazy Saturday afternoon.
After Xander left her room the night before, she very quickly did the
uninvite spell to make sure the vampire wouldn't come back to her house
while she slept.  Once she fell asleep, her dreams were filled with
darkness, with Xander and Spike, and oddly enough, Angelus.  She was the one
who brought them all together, and kept them from ripping each other's heads
off.  They were a powerful force, all four of them.

Xander's words echoed through her mind.  She had to make the choice.  She
had to decide if she wanted to stay by Buffy's side, or be by his.  She knew
that if she chose Buffy, Xander would undoubtedly fly into a rage and kill
her.  He wanted her. . .Willow shifted uncomfortably.  The thought of being
with Xander, actually *being* with him, was a thought she hadn't entertained
in a couple of years, and even then, when she imagined making love to him,
it was Xander Harris, her goofy best friend, 100% human.  Now he was an evil
bloodsucking fiend from Hell.  He may have had the memories of Xander
Harris, but Willow knew that he wasn't the man she'd grown to cherish as a
best friend.

Could she do it?  Could she surrender herself to Xander and Spike?  Would
they hurt her?  Would they treat her like a Princess?  She knew that Spike
treated Drusilla like a delicate flower, except for when she wanted it
rough. . .

And what about Tara?  How would Willow break it off with the blonde witch
she'd grown so fond of over the summer?  How would. . .

"Willow?"

Willow blinked out of her thoughts, the soft voice entering her ear.  She
turned her head to see Tara smiling tentatively up at her.  "Yea?" she asked
her girlfriend.  < I love Tara.  I chose Tara over Oz, and I chose Oz over
Xander.  I can't leave Tara for Xander.  Especially a vampire Xander.  I
can't do it.  Nope.  Not at all.  I should tell Buffy.  I mean, I think
Buffy deserves to know that Spike turned Xander, that he's a vampire now.
What is she going to do?  I mean, how is she going to make herself stake her
best friend?  It would tear her apart.  I know when Xander had to stake
Jesse. . . >  "Huh?" Willow asked.  She had been thinking, wandering down
the ever-winding road of her mind, forking off to all kinds of tangents.
She'd been watching Tara's lips move, but never heard a sound.

"I said," Tara replied softly, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Willow said defensively, pulling her hand out of Tara's grasp.
"Nothing is wrong with me.  What makes you think something is wrong?  Just
because I'm sitting here quietly. . .I am not having any problems in my life
*at* all."  She stood up and started to pace.

Buffy leaned forward.  "Wills. . .we can't help you if you won't let us,"
she said softly.

Willow turned to her best friend, to the woman who had come to Sunnydale
because of a Destiny, but remained there because of love.  They had gotten
along better over the summer than ever before, and Buffy accepted everything
about the formerly painfully shy redhead.  There was no way Willow could
bring herself to betray Buffy for Xander.  For the feel of his cool hands on
her body, for the pleasurable bite she was sure she would experience. . .for
the sheer fact that she would have her best friend for eternity.  "I gotta
go," she said quickly, grabbing her laptop.  "Got to think about things.
See ya later."  She turned and ran out of Giles' house.

Tara sat back with a frown.  "Something is wrong with her.  She's taking
Xander's disappearance really hard," the blonde said softly, looking down.

"We've got to find him," Buffy replied.

*~*~*~*

Willow banged on the crypt door.  "Let me in!" she yelled.

The door opened slowly.  Willow walked in, glancing around at the darkness
and the candles.  The door shut behind her, and Willow turned.  Xander was
standing there in nothing but his jeans, sleepy eyes blinking.  His hair was
in all sorts of directions from the deepness of his sleep.  "Wills," he
yawned.  "It's day.  Spikey and me are sleeping.  Whatcha need?"

"I need to talk to you," Willow said forcefully.

Xander stretched.  Willow's eyes followed the lines of his muscular chest,
trying not to notice.  However, it didn't work.  "Can it wait till we wake
up?  Like, in about seven hours?"

"Need to talk to you now," Willow demanded.

Xander rolled his eyes.  "Fine."  He reached out, grabbing her arm.  He
pulled her to the chair, sitting down in it, bringing her with him.  She sat
in his lap.  He leaned up and started to lick her neck.

She froze, her mind shutting down.  He was licking her neck slowly,
seductively.  "Don't bite me," she said softly.

"Don't want to," he said between licks.  "Not yet.  Now talk."

"I can't do this, Xander," she said calmly, ignoring the consistent licking
on her neck.  It wasn't doing anything to her, she wasn't getting aroused -
she refused to get aroused.  Not by a demon who had her best friend's body.
"I can't come to you willingly.  If you want me, if you truly want me, you
are going to have to force me, Xander."

"Mmm," he purred against her skin, dropping butterfly kisses against her
collarbone.  "Can't force you.  Could never force you to do anything, Wills.
Love you too much."

She turned slightly, capturing his face in her hands.  She pulled his head
up so his dark brown eyes were burning into her green.  "No, you don't,
Xander.  You don't love me."

"But I do," he murmured softly.  "I always have.  The demon does."  He
shrugged.  "I don't want to kill you - unless you are going to walk beside
us in the Night.  I want you here though.  I want to wrap myself around your
warmth and bask in your sun."  He pulled her hands away from his face, and
moved back to her neck, closing his eyes.

"I have a girlfriend," she said.  "I have a group of people that love me,
and I can't leave them.  They need me.  Buffy, she needs me.  She needs you
too. . ."

"Naw," he said, "she doesn't.  She has Farmboy.  He will protect her."  His
hand dropped to her thigh, slowly pulling her skirt up.

Willow ignored it, turning away from Xander.  She wasn't going to let him
affect her.  Not at all.  "We can curse you," she said.  "I know the spell.
I can give you your soul."

"Nope," he said, moving to her ear.  He wrapped his lips around the lobe,
nibbling lightly.  "Don't want it.  Like who I am.  I'm important now,
Wills."  He slipped his hand between her legs, under the skirt he'd been
steadily pulling up.

Willow closed her eyes, shifting slightly.  She refused to acknowledge the
fact that Xander had his hand between her thighs, but her body was playing
against her.  Her body ached for his touch, silently begging him to touch
her core.  She opened her legs slightly, and gasped quietly as his hands
brushed against her curls.

"No panties?" he asked, surprised.

"Tara likes for me not to wear them," Willow moaned softly.  She groaned
when one long finger slid between her slick walls.  "Oh goddess. . ."

"I rather like that too," he purred, thrusting his finger into the quivering
redhead.

She slumped slighting, giving him better access.  "Can't. . .can't do this,"
she said, her mind still trying to reason with Xander.  "Don't want to join
you, don't want to be bad."

"Mmm, then don't, Willow.  I know you can be good. . .so very good. . ."

"Xander," she keened, pushing against his hand.  "Xander, please. . ."  She
grabbed his other hand, bringing it to her breast.  He started kneading it,
teasing the taunt nipple through her blouse.  "Oh, goddess. . .this is so
wrong. . ." she panted.

"So deliciously evilly wrong," he agreed, enraptured by the warmth that
surrounded his hand.  He couldn't understand why he never did anything with
his best friend other than kiss her.  It was that moment that he decided
that the demon within him was so much smarter than he ever had been as a
human.

"I won't. . ."  She whimpered.  "I won't come back. . .this is the only
time. . ."

"Only one," he purred into her ear.  "Guess I better make it good. . ."

~*~*~*~

Spike woke up with a start, a heartbeat pounding in the crypt.  "What the
bloody hell?" he asked.  He sat up and turned, blinking in shock.  His
childe, his beautiful disobedient childe, was sitting in his favorite chair,
the petite redhead on his lap.  Xander had his human mask on, a look of
rapture on his face.  His eyes were closed.  Willow had her skirt around her
waist, slumped down in his lap, legs spread wide open.  Xander was thrusting
three of his fingers inside of her at a teasing pace, making the redhead
moan and beg for more.

Spike admired the view, hopping off of the tomb he slept on.  Then he
realized that Xander's demon was firmly in place, not at the front, trying
to scare the girl.  He was actually going to bring her to orgasm.

She was beautiful.  Spike could see her juices matting her cinnamon curls to
her body.  She was intensely turned on, as evident by the strong scent of
her arousal and the pounding of her heart.

He moved towards them slowly, wanting to taste her.  He dropped to his knees
in front of the oblivious couple, leaning forward, running his tongue along
her clit.  She cried out softly, thrusting her body towards his face.

Willow knew that the tongue that had touched her core was *not* Xander, but
at that point, as her best friend turned demon teased her relentlessly, she
didn't care.  She wanted to cum, needed it, ached for it.  "Please," she
begged, reaching down for the head that was between her legs.  She gripped
Spike by the hair and forced the blonde to press against her crotch, to
please her.

Willow cried out, feeling the tremors start through her body.  There was
something erotic about being there with the two of them, Xander's fingers
sliding in and out of her sex, and Spike's lips wrapped around her clit,
humming gently.  She could feel his fangs against her skin, yet she wasn't
very scared.  Somehow she knew that he wouldn't hurt her.

"Oh, goddess. . ." she purred, throwing her legs over Spike's shoulders.
"Please. . .make me cum," she begged.

Spike flicked her clit with his fang, piercing it slightly.  He eagerly
drank the small amount of blood that seeped from the engorged bundle of
nerves.

Willow laid her head back on Xander's shoulder and screamed as her orgasm
raced through her body.  She blinked, trying to get her body to come down
off the high she felt.  Xander removed his fingers and wrapped his arms
around her, kissing her neck softly.  "Love you so much, Willow," he purred
against her skin.

Spike sat back on his heels, straining against his jeans.  He was in full
game face, roaring to shag. . .anything.  However, he knew the witch wasn't
ready for that.  And he could see the uncertainty that entered her eyes. .
.he knew she wouldn't be back.

Xander never went to game face, yet amazing his Sire once again.  It was so
rare that Spike got aroused and could hold his demon down.

Willow stood up, straightening her skirt.  She glanced around nervously.  "I
have. . .have to go.  Have to go back to Tara - to Buffy."  Her body was
still trembling from the orgasm she received at the hands and mouth of the
vampires. She was confused.  Demons were supposed to destroy those close to
them - yet Xander hadn't made a move towards Buffy and her group; plus he
was being much more gentle than Willow thought a demon could be.

Xander grinned, shifting in the chair.  "Tell the Buffster I said hello."

Another confused look passed over her face.  "I'm leaving, Xander.  I hate
to say the next time I see you that you will be dust."  She frowned.  "Bye,
Xander," she said sadly.  She turned and left the crypt.

Before Xander could blink, Spike had his hand around his neck, choking the
brunette, pressing him against the chair.  His amber eyes burned angrily.
"Tell the Buffster you said hi?  Are you bloody insane?  I don't fancy
getting dusted.  Alerting the Slayer to your presence will get us both
killed, moron!"

Xander shifted against his Sire, the older vampire's erection pressing into
his thigh.  Xander grinned.  "You don't know Willow like I do," the brown
haired vampire assured him.  "She won't tell Buffy, and she *will* be back.
It will be a couple of days, she'll have to think things through, weigh her
options.  It helped that my demon didn't come forward. . ."

"How did you do that?" Spike asked curiously.  "I still haven't calmed my
demon down."

"He wants her.  He won't kill her, nor will he hurt her.  Besides, if I
brought the demon out, it would have scared her.  I couldn't do that - I
didn't want her to be scared."  Xander sighed, more out of habit than
anything.  He ran his fingers through his hair.  "I know how to manipulate
Willow.  We've been friends for sixteen years, Spike."

Spike backed off, letting go of Xander.  "You think she will be back?"

"I do," Xander replied.

"She bloody tasted wonderful," Spike murmured.

Xander closed his eyes, wrapping his lips around his fingers.  He licked the
drying juices off of his cool digits.  He moaned softly.  Willow's taste was
wonderful. . .sweet.  "She will be ours, Sire," Xander said quietly.  "I
promise."



*~*~*~*

Willow wandered around Sunnydale, basking in the sun.  "I don't want to be a
vampire," she said to herself.  She went to sit under a tree, pulling her
knees to her chin.  She wrapped her arms around her legs, trying to forget
the incredible feeling of Xander's fingers buried deep in her core, of Spike
's tongue flicking over her clit.

She shuddered softly, imagining what it would be like to be underneath
Xander, or between Sire and Childe.

"Willow?"

Willow glanced up, blinking in the sunlight.  "Hey, Tara."

Tara sat down next to her girlfriend.  The blonde frowned, smelling the tale
tell signs of Willow's orgasms.  "Wills, what's going on?"

"I. . .I can't talk about it," Willow murmured softly.

"Who were you with?" Tara asked, her voice cracking.

Willow turned to Tara.  "Tara, you should go on and leave me.  Something is
going on in my life and you *will* get hurt if we stay together."

Tears filled Tara's eyes.  "I love you though," she whispered.

Willow shook her head.  "I love you too. . .but there are forces in my life
beyond this - beyond us.  I. . .don't belong with you.  As happy as I am in
your arms, Tara, I belong somewhere else.  It's not a pretty place, and if I
brought you with me, you would get hurt.  I doubt that the forces in my life
would appreciate your presence."

"So this is it then," Tara whispered, looking away.

Willow nodded, staring out over the campus.  "This is it.  I'm sorry, Tara."

The blonde stood up, tears streaming down her face.  She ran from Willow,
sobbing.  Willow sighed softly.  "Damn," the redhead muttered.

~*~*~*~

"So. . .Tara told me you two broke up."

Willow glanced up at the Slayer.  "Yea.  Lots of stuff going on.  She'd only
get hurt."

Buffy sat down next to her best friend.  "Wills, you've been awfully distant
today.  What's going on in your world?"

Willow sniffed, tears filling her eyes.  "Buffy, have you seen Xander?"

Buffy looked down, flexing her hands.  "No. . .do you think that he's gone
forever?"

"Not forever," Willow murmured.  "He'll be back when he's ready."

"Do you believe that really?" Buffy whispered, hope blossoming in her chest.
She couldn't stand the thought of losing Xander - especially if it were her
fault.

"Yea.  Something happened. . .something with the whole Dracula thing.  I. .
."  Willow looked away, hoping that Buffy would just think that she was
upset, not lying.  "I don't know what happened to him yet. . .Something. .
.something big.  He won't let us know though until he's ready."

Buffy reached out, wrapping her arms around her best friend.  "I hope you
are right," she murmured softly.

~*~*~*~

"Spike!"

The blonde vampire turned, groaning inwardly.  "Mr. Pointy, meet Spike's
heart," he said to himself, expecting the Slayer to throw herself and her
stake at him.  "Slayer!" he said with false enthusiasm.  "What can the Big
Bad do for you?"

"Have you seen Xander?"

Spike blinked in mild shock.  That was the last question he expected.
  "Huh?"

"Come on, Spike.  You may have that chip, but you know all about what's
going on around Sunnydale.  What happens to Dracula's Bug Eaters when he's
dusted?"

Spike shrugged, looking down.  "I dunno, Slayer.  No one ever dusted the
bloke before.  I suspect suicide, or he goes crazy.  Maybe he. . .went and
looked for immortality.  Have you found his body yet?"

Buffy sighed, looking away.  "No.  Nothing.  There's no trace of him.  He
hasn't been to his house. . .Anya's been all over Sunnydale. . .he hasn't
even called Wills."

Spike turned, looking out over the cemetery.  < The chit didn't betray him!
Bloody amazing!  The whelp was right! >  "Like I said, I don't know.  I'll
keep an ear to the ground. . ."

"Would you?" Buffy asked.  "I. . .er, Willow would really appreciate it."

"Sure, Slayer.  If you say so," Spike nodded, stealing a quick glance at the
Slayer.  "I'll watch out, see if I see anything unusual, or any new vamps
that look like Xander."

"Thanks, Spike.  You know how to get a hold of me if you need me."  With
that, the Slayer turned on her heel and walked away.

"Bloody amazing," Spike said softly.

~*~*~*~

Willow slipped out of her house, glancing around.  There was no one around.
It was odd for the night to be so quiet, but at that particular moment, she
wasn't complaining.  She gripped her stake tightly, keeping a look out for
any vampires.

It was three in the morning, and she hadn't been able to sleep.  Every time
she would close her eyes, Xander's face would hover in her mind.  She could
feel him calling to her, to the darkness she knew existed within her.  He
wasn't wrong when he said she had a dark part to her soul.

She finally got up and slid into a pair of jeans, throwing a sweater on over
her chest.  She knew her destination, and had the second that Xander the
vampire stepped through her French Doors.

She made her way to the crypt with no obstacles.  She slowly opened the
door.  "Hello?" she said softly.

There was no answer.  She knew that the two must have been out, hunting.
She shivered at the thought of Xander draining someone, having become
everything they ever fought against.  She made her decision right then.  She
didn't want to be a vampire - not for a while.  She only prayed to her
Goddess that he would respect that.

She yawned, feeling more content now that she was in the place where her
best friend lived.  She stretched slightly, then made her way to the tomb
where Spike slept.  There was a pillow and a thin gray blanket on top of it.
Beside it, on the floor, was another pillow and blanket.  It upset her that
Spike made Xander sleep on the floor, but assumed that was only fair, since
Spike *was* the Sire, and probably still didn't like Xander that much.

She crawled on top of the tomb and curled into the fetal position, pulling
the blanket close.  She shivered, the coldness of the stone seeping through
her body.  Her last thought before falling asleep was that she would have to
get them to move out of the crypt. . .


*~*~*~*

"Someone's here," Spike said softly, glancing around.  His game face fell
into place, hoping that Xander was ready to take out whatever human was
hiding in his crypt.

Xander sniffed the air, then smiled.  "It's Willow," he purred.  "Come on."
He tugged on the arm of Spike's duster, pulling the blonde into the crypt.

Both men stopped dead in their tracks, seeing Willow asleep on top of the
crypt.  She was shivering, and her lips were starting to turn blue.  Xander
frowned, hearing the sluggish heartbeat.  "She must have been here for a whi
le."  He glanced at his watch.  "We have about twenty minutes to sunup. .
.we have time to get back to her house."  He moved to his best friend and
scooped her up into his arms.  "Come on, Spike.  We are moving.  You can get
your important shit tomorrow night."

Spike shrugged.  "Lead the way."

The two made it to Willow's house in record time.  Xander dug through the
plant by the door, finding the spare key.  He opened the door and tried to
step in, growling when the barrier stopped him.

Spike frowned, glancing over his shoulder.  "Come on, Harris, you gotta get
us inside.  In a matter of minutes, this porch will be bathed in sunlight."

Xander shook Willow.  "Wills, wake up.  You gotta invite us in," he hissed.

She shifted, and shut her eyes tighter.

"Willow!" Xander barked.  "Wake up!"

She groggily opened her eyes.  "Xander?  Is this a dream?  I'm cold. . .so
cold," she whimpered.

"Invite us in, baby," he purred.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing against his body.  "I need
your warmth, Xander," she pouted.  "You are so cold. . ."  Tears filled her
eyes, slipping down her cheeks.  "Xander, make the coldness go away."

"Invite me in, baby," he purred into her ear.  "I can make the coldness go
away then."

She closed her eyes, drifting back to sleep.  "You can come in, Xander. . ."

Xander fell through the door when the barrier disappeared.  He spun around,
gripping Willow tightly.  "Come in, Spike!  Hurry!"

Spike flew through the door, then spun, slamming it against the first rays
of the morning sun.  He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the
door.  "Thank bloody god," he murmured.

Xander glanced around, glad that all the blinds were closed.  "Come on, I
gotta warm her up."  He bounded up the stairs, Spike on his heels.

~*~*~*~

Willow moaned slightly, the scalding water surrounding her bringing the
warmth she'd been craving for what seemed like an eternity.  "Xander," she
murmured, opening her eyes slightly.

She yelped when she saw Spike sitting on the toilet, watching her with
intense blue eyes.  "You ok, Pet?"

She tried to cover her body from his roving eyes.  "Stop looking at me!  I'm
*naked*!" she whispered.

Arms wrapped around her and pulled her hands away.  "But so beautiful,
Willow," a voice murmured in her ear from behind her.

She twisted, eyes going wide as she realized that Xander was in the bathtub
*behind* her.  Her whole body blushed, though she wasn't sure if she was
more embarrassed that *she* was naked, or that *he* was.  "Oh, goddess, oh,
goddess, oh, goddess. . ." she murmured, turning back towards the front of
the tub.  She shut her eyes tightly, hoping that when she opened them, it
would all be a dream.

Spike smirked at his Childe, then leaned forward, whispering in Willow's
ear, "We aren't going away, Red."

She took a deep breath, then stood up.  She ignored her nakedness, and the
two men openly watching her body.  She reached across Spike and grabbed her
fluffy white towel.  She stepped out of the bathtub and quietly started to
dry off, continuing to ignore them.  After a few moments of running that
white towel over her wet body, she turned, walking into her bedroom.  She
threw the towel to the side and crawled in bed, curling under the covers.

Xander pulled off his clothes and crawled into bed with Willow, spooning
her.  The human pressed against him with a soft sigh.  "Xander," she
whispered.  "This doesn't mean I'm joining you."

He lovingly caressed her body, running his fingertips over her stomach, her
breasts, her thighs.  "I know, Wills."  He lifted his head slightly and
smiled at his Sire.

Spike chuckled, pulling off his own clothes.  He glanced at the French
Doors, noting that Willow had already pulled the drapes over them to keep
the sun out.  He crawled into bed, lying on his side facing Willow.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him.  "Spike," she whispered.

"Yes, luv?"

"Do you know how many times I've woken up from a dream of you making love to
me?" she asked quietly.

His eyebrow rose.  "Really?" he asked.  "I had no idea."

"I know," she chuckled softly.  "I was very good at not letting anyone
 know."  Her eyes snapped shut and she moaned softly when Xander's roving
fingers slipped into her core.  "Oh, goddess," she whispered, thrusting
against his hand.  "Xander. . ."

He leaned down and ran his lips over her neck, kissing and nipping at her
skin softly.  He teased her clit, bringing her to the edge of orgasm, then
pulled away.  She whimpered.  "Xander, don't tease. . ."

"Hush," he whispered.  "I've got you taken care of."  He reached out,
running his wet fingers along his Sire's hard cock.

Spike groaned, moving closer to the witch.  Every fantasy he'd ever had
about the witch was about to come true, even though a vampire Xander Harris
was never in the equation.  Somehow, the blonde didn't mind.  He knew that
there was no way Willow would have left her little witchy girlfriend for
him; but with Xander there, it was destined to happen. . .

He groaned as he slid into the witch.  "God, Red," he purred.  He started
moving slowly against her, thrusting deep within her.

She cried out softly, her eyes shut in ecstasy.  She threw her head back,
laying it against Xander's shoulder.  Xander ran his hand up her body, his
fingers splayed over her cheek.  He tilted her head to the side, brushing
his lips against her skin.  "Willow," he purred.  "Willow, can I. . .?"

Willow gasped when the fangs of her best friend brushed against her neck.
She reached out, wrapping her arms around Spike's waist and digging her
nails in the fleshy globes of his ass, trying to push him further into her
body.  "Xander. . ." she purred.  "Please. . ."

A slight prickle, like a pair of twin needles, pierced her skin.  She
trembled, tears filling her eyes.  Spike was wrapped around her, thrusting
into her with gentleness she wasn't expecting, and Xander had bitten her,
and was currently licking the blood from her neck.  He didn't take hardly
any of her life, just wanted to prick her skin and take what came out.

Xander's erection pressed against her backside.  She wiggled her ass
slightly, wanting to feel him inside of her.  "Xander. . .Spike. . .please.
. .I want. . ."  Her voice was broken by soft moans as Spike reached between
them, coating his fingers with her juices.  "Oh, goddess. . ."

Spike moved his dripping digits to Xander's cock, running them over the hard
length.  Xander moaned, reaching around Willow to dip his fingers into her
sex.  He brought them back around and started the slow task of preparing her
for his cock.

Willow tensed when she felt the head of Xander's cock at her virgin
entrance.  "Xander. . ."  Her voice was filled with slight fear.  She had
enjoyed the sensations of his fingers, but his cock was a different story.

"I won't hurt you," he whispered.  "I promise."

Spike leaned down and started kissing her, wanting to take her mind off of
the inevitable.  She felt her body relax and surrender to Spike, kissing him
with wild abandon.  Xander took the opportunity to push slowly inside of
her, waiting for the right moment to pull out and then thrust again.

Willow ripped her mouth away from Spike, howling with pleasure when Xander
started to fuck her.  Her entire body trembled at the intensity of being
filled with both Xander and Spike, how they thrust in time with each other.
Xander would push in as Spike was pulling out, and when Spike started to
thrust into her, Xander would pull back.  Together, Sire and Childe moved as
one, causing Willow to moan and whimper, beg and plead for more.  Her entire
body was alive, every nerve ending was electrified.  She never felt anything
like she did at that moment.

Both men were kissing her skin, covering her shoulders and back and chest
with little nibbles and nips, soft kisses, and gentle licks.  They were
making love to her slowly, driving her insane with desire.  She threw her
head back, barely missing giving Xander a face full of hair.  "Bite me," she
begged.  "Bite me hard, and fuck me harder," she demanded.

Two sets of amber eyes met each other over the sweaty skin of the redhead.
Spike shrugged, and said, "Don't drain her, Boy."

"Wasn't planning on it, Dad," Xander purred, grinning around his fangs.

The two leaned in, sinking their fangs into her shoulder.  They started
thrusting faster, harder, seeing how far they could push Willow.

Willow's entire body screamed in protest, as she couldn't decide whether she
felt pain or pleasure, fear or lust, turned on or completely repulsed.  She
finally settled on a little of everything, and laid her head back, screaming
as her release violently shuddered through her exhausted body.  Tears were
streaming down her face, and she was shaking, her nails embedded in Spike's
shoulders.

Both men pulled away, howling themselves when orgasm washed over their
bodies.  They filled Willow with their dead cold seed.  Xander went back to
his human mask, leaning down to run his tongue on Willow's cheek.  "Are you
ok, precious?"

She turned her head slightly, blinking sleepily.  "I'm tired," she
whispered.

Spike opened blue eyes, brushing his fingers along Willow's cheek.  "You
need sleep, pet.  We all do."

The three lay in each other's arms, a tangle of arms and legs, not knowing
where one body ended and another began.  As each one drifted to sleep, they
all had the similar thought, "Mmm. . .home. . ."


*~*~*~*

Willow woke up with a start, her body surrounded by vampires.  She crawled
out of bed, glancing at the clock.  It was one-thirty in the afternoon.
"Well," she said softly, "you'll be hungry when you wake up. . ."

She got dressed and scribbled out a note, putting it by Spike's head.
Xander had moved, wrapping his arms around the blonde.  His Sire held him
tightly - possessively.

She grinned and left the house, heading for the Butcher Shop.  The butcher
knew her, since she'd always been the one to go buy Spike blood.  "Ms.
Rosenberg!  I haven't seen you in quite a while!" Sam exclaimed.

She smiled.  "Been busy."  She glanced around, leaning over the counter.
"Can I have double what I usually get?"

He nodded.  "I'll be right back, ma'am."

She waited patiently, then traded her money for a brown paper bag filled
with packets of blood.  "Thanks, Sam," she nodded, leaving the store.

"Wills?"

Willow jumped slightly, turning around.  She paled.  Buffy and Riley were
crossing the street, heading for her.  "H. . .hey," she said softly.

"What's in the bag?" Riley asked curiously.  He knew that Willow wasn't
buying Spike blood anymore, that the blonde had started doing it himself
over the summer.

Willow glanced at the butcher's shop, trying to think of a good lie.  She
was suddenly thankful that the day was cool enough that she had worn a shirt
with a high collar.  "Uh. . .steaks.  Parents coming home.  Tonight.  Won't
be around much," she nodded, hoping that they didn't call her on her obvious
lie.

"Well," Buffy said slowly.  "Have a good time."

"Thanks!"  She grinned, then turned and practically ran down the street to
get away from them.

"Willow was lying," Buffy said.

"Out of her teeth," Riley agreed.

"Come on," she said.  "Something's going on.  Let's go see Giles."

Riley nodded, following his girlfriend wherever she led him.

~*~*~*~

Spike turned, smiling in his sleep.  He'd finally done it.  He got to shag
the witch.  She was so warm, so willing. . .so passionate.  He pressed
himself closer to her hard cold body, rubbing his thigh against her rock
hard cock. . .

Spike's eyes flew open.  Willow wasn't cold and she most certainly didn't
have a cock!  "Gah!" he exclaimed, flying out of the bed.  Xander had been
wrapped around him, holding him tightly.  Spike growled softly.  Willow was
nowhere to be seen. . .and he had been cuddling with *Xander*.  He still
wasn't entirely thrilled with the boy.  He had way too much independence for
Spike's tastes.  "Why, when I was a fledge, I did exactly what my bloody Sir
e told me," he said to himself.

He frowned, and walked over to Willow's desk.  He picked up her address book
and flipped it to the 'A's.  Down towards the bottom, in pencil, was 'Angel
Investigations' and a phone number.  Except for it had been scratched out,
and there was a small note:  "See under Cordelia Chase."

He flipped to the 'C's, absentmindedly wondering where Willow had gone to.
He knew she wasn't in the house, as he couldn't hear her heartbeat.  "Better
not have ran to the bloody Slayer," he grumbled, picking up the phone.  He
dialed Cordelia's number.

"Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless, can I help you?"

Spike frowned at the unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line.  "Who
the bloody hell is this?"

Wesley Wyndam-Price pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it
curiously.  He put it back to his face.  "Who the bloody hell is this?" he
responded.

"I asked you first, bloke."

"I am Wesley Wyndam-Price, Rogue Demon Hunter, assistant to Angel.  May I
inquire as to whom you are?"

"Ah," Spike nodded.  "You are the ex-Watcher.  Watcher's mentioned you
before.  Is the great Poof there?"

"The. . .great Poof?"

"Yea, you know, Peaches.  The Vampire Detective, the Bloody Dark Avenger.
Vampire, has a soul, has a hard on for redemption?  Has to stay away from
little blondes or he loses his soul?" Spike said.

"Who is this?"

Spike rolled his eyes.  "Listen here, mate.  This is William the effin'
Bloody and if you don't put my soddin' Sire on the phone, I'll reach through
it and rip your throat out."

"Spike?" Wesley asked.

"That would be me, mate.  Will you put the Poof on the phone?"

"Angel!" Wesley said loudly.  "Spike is on the phone, demanding to talk to
you and threatening me!"

There was a soft growl when Angel got on the phone.  "Spike, please don't
threaten my employees."

"Whatever."  Spike sat down in Willow's leather chair, propping his feet up
on the desk.  He was still naked, but didn't care.  He looked over, watching
his Childe as he slept.  "Sire?"

There was an exasperated sigh from Angel's end of the line.  "What, Childe?"

"Did you ever have any really difficult Childer?  Ones you wanted to just. .
.bloody stake?"

Angel's laughter filled the phone.  "Other than you?"

"Excuse me?  I was not difficult!" Spike proclaimed.

"William, you defied me at every turn.  It was part of your charm."  Angel
settled more comfortably on Cordelia's couch.  "Why do you ask?  You have no
Childer."

"I do now," Spike replied.

"WHAT?" Angel roared.  "Damn it, Spike, what do you mean you have a Childe?"

"It's a really long bloody story, but he came to me.  I. . .I don't really
like him that much.  I mean, I like him, I suppose, but. . .he annoys the
bugger out of me, and he defies me.  Though, he has given us Red, so that's
not bad. . ."

"Given you Red?  Willow?  Willow is a vampire?"

"Bloody hell, Peaches!  Would you calm down?  You would bust an artery, if
they worked!  Red is still human, and will be for a while.  I can barely
control that Harris whelp, much less *two* of them!"

"Harris?  Xander Harris?  Xander is a vampire?"

"Yea, don't remind me," Spike grumbled.  "But you can't tell Slutty."

"Why the hell are you calling me then?" Angel roared.

"I. . ."  Spike was quiet, closing his eyes.  This would change everything
in his world.  "I think I might need your help."

The phone was silent.  Spike fidgeted nervously.  < Maybe I shouldn't have
called the Poof, > he thought.  "A. . .Angelus?" he asked quietly.

"I'll be there as soon as the sun goes down," Angel replied softly, before
hanging up.



*~*~*~*

Spike stared at the phone, then leaned over and hung it up.  He leaned back
in the chair, his hands behind his head.  "I wonder where the bloody hell
Red is," he said to himself.

"Her note says that she went to the butcher's to get us blood," the quiet
voice from the bed said.

Spike glanced over, seeing Xander sitting up against the headboard, watching
him under half lidded eyes.  His childe was beautiful, there was no question
about that.  But Spike never really liked him as a human, and as a vampire.
. .if he just wasn't so unruly, then there wouldn't be much of a problem.
"So Deadboy is coming?" Xander asked quietly.

"Yea.  He says I was difficult, but I don't remember being difficult.  I
followed all of his bloody rules, did everything he asked."

"Somehow," Xander nodded, "I don't see that happening.  You are too
independent to just follow someone around.  So. . .Deadboy."

"Yea.  He'll teach you some bloody sense."

A small smile graced Xander's features and he glanced down, picking at the
bedspread.  "What a shame.  I have to see Deadboy again," he said, his voice
monotone.

Spike studied him curiously, about to say something, when the door swung
open.  Willow was leaning against the doorframe, breathing heavily.  "Pet!"
he exclaimed, running to her.  Xander hopped out of bed, joining his Sire at
Willow's side.  "Pet, what's wrong?"

"Buffy. . .Buffy knew I was lying. . ."  She took deep breaths, trying to
calm her wildly beating heart.  "Saw. . .saw her and Riley outside of the
Butcher Shop. . .she didn't believe me. . .I suck at lying."

"Hmm. . .a snooping Slayer, and her ex coming to town to teach her ex best
friend turned vampire a few lessons. . .Sunnydale is going to be interesting
tonight," Xander smirked.

"Angel?" Willow asked, looking up at Xander.  "Angel is coming here?  To
Sunnydale?  Why?"

"Because I'm too much for the Big Bad," Xander smirked, crossing his arms.

Spike narrowed his eyes.  "You are not *too* much for me, whelp.  I just
never had a childe before and I want to make sure it was done right."

"Hmm. . ." Xander smirked.  "What was it you said?  'I can barely control
that Harris whelp'?"  His chuckle echoed through Willow's room.

"Why. . .you. . .ungrateful little *brat*," Spike hissed.  He launched at
Xander, knocking the younger vampire down.  The two of them were instantly
in gameface, growling and fighting, rolling around all over Willow's room.

Willow stared at them in shock.  She had two naked vampires trying to beat
the hell out of each other on her bedroom floor.  Unfortunately, Spike was
much stronger and had Xander pinned down, and was beating the hell out of
him.

Willow stalked across her room, grabbing Spike by the back of the head.  She
pulled his face up and glared at him.  "If you don't stop beating up my best
friend, then I'll. . .I'll. . .well, I'll call Buffy right now and tell her
you turned Xander into a vampire, and you won't ever get to have sex with me
again."

Spike blinked amber eyes, shocked at the fire within Willow.

Xander smirked.  "See, I told you she'd come to us, didn't I?"

"And you," Willow said, narrowing her eyes to Xander.  "You should be better
for your Sire.  He brought you here, he could take you out.  I don't want
you dead, Xander."

Xander smiled.  "He wouldn't kill me.  He knows that would make you angry
and possibly get him staked."

Spike snarled at Xander.  "It's worth the risk, you bloody whelp!"  He
wrapped his hands around Xander's throat, trying to strangle him.

"STOP!" Willow yelled.  She glared at both of them.  "Stop it, or I will
stake both of you.  This is *my* house, and if you are going to live here,
then you follow *my* rules.  Other than that, you might as well take your
asses *back* to the crypt."  She turned on her heel and stormed out of her
room angrily.

"See, I told you she'd come around," Xander purred, watching his pissed off
best friend leave the room.

"I wanna keep her human for a while.  I like the warmth," Spike said,
sitting up.

"Amazing.  For once, we agree on something," Xander purred.  "Come on, she's
got blood downstairs."

~*~*~*~

"Ok," Buffy said.  "We all agree that Willow was lying, that her parents
aren't going to be at her house, right?"

Giles nodded, pushing his glasses up on his nose.  "It would appear that
way."

"So what is she hiding?" Riley asked, leaning forward.  He rested his elbows
on his knees.  "She's hiding something, that much was obvious.  What is at
her house that she doesn't want us to know about?"

"Xander?" Tara supplied quietly.  "Could she have Xander?"

"But why would Willow have Xander?  Why wouldn't she give him back to me?"
Anya pouted.  "I miss him, and I know he's got to miss me.  I mean, *sure*,
I might have went on about how wonderful Dracula was a little *too* much. .
.but surely he's over it now."

"Tonight," Buffy nodded her head.  "We go over there tonight and figure out
what's wrong with her."

~*~*~*~

Willow paced back and forth.  Angel would be there any minute.  She wasn't
nervous, not too much.  Angel was her friend.  However, Angel was probably
very much against the whole fact that Xander was a vampire.  What would
Buffy do when Angel confronted her, told her that his unruly Childe had
turned Xander into a vampire?

Would Xander mind having his soul back?  Of course, that meant that he could
never have sex again. . .

Willow shuddered softly.  < No.  No Xander and sex thoughts.  It's not
right.  I mean. . .he's Xander.  I'm not supposed to want Xander.  So why do
I want him so much? >

"Pet?  Gonna answer the door?"

Willow turned, glancing at Spike.  "Uh, yea, sorry.  I was lost in my
thoughts."

Xander growled softly from the hole he was burning in Willow's floor with
his pacing.  "I want to hunt.  Spike, why can't we hunt?  I like to hunt.  I
like when they scream. . ."

"We have to wait for Peaches," Spike said, looking up at his childe.

"He won't let me hunt," Xander pouted.  "He's got the silly soul, and the
need for redemption.  And he will tell Buffy.  I'm still not entirely clear
on why you called him."

"I'm bloody *hoping* that his role as a vampire, and more importantly, as my
Sire, will outweigh what the soul wants him to do," Spike growled.

Willow sighed, moving to the door.  She opened it slightly and looked up,
and up.  She smiled at the brooding vampire.  "Hey, Angel."

"Willow," he said softly.  "Can I. . .?"

She moved away from the door.  "Come in, Angel."

Angel walked in, hearing Willow shut the door behind him.  He stopped dead
in his tracks and blinked in shock.  Spike had told him that Xander was a
vampire, but seeing the young man pace back and forth, his deep brown eyes
flickering between gold and brown. . .he knew it was true.  He had hoped
that it was a joke, but Spike was right.  There, in Willow's living room,
was a dangerous killer - one without a soul or a chip to curb the homicidal
tendencies.

"Deadboy," Xander smirked.  "Of course, I'm a Deadboy now too, so that's
kinda redundant, but still.  I think if the shoe fits, you should wear it."

The demon rattled his cage.  Angelus wanted to come out and play.  He'd
never found Xander particularly attractive, but now. . .with his demon, and
the combined smell of his favorite childe and the redheaded witch covering
his body. . .Angel had to shake his head to get the traitorous thoughts out
of his head.  He had come to Sunnydale to take Xander to Buffy, to let the
Slayer know what Spike has been up to, and perhaps find an Orb of Thessula
and help curse Xander with a soul.

Only the demon within Angel wanted to throw the boy down and claim him.  He
shook his head again.  "Oh, dear," he said softly.

*~*~*~*

"Was that Angel?  I think that was Angel.  Why was Angel going to Willow's
house?"

Riley rolled his eyes and looked down.  < Why me?  Why do I have to be
crouched outside bushes across the street from Willow's house, wondering why
my girlfriend is about to rip my arm out because her ex just went into her
best friend's house?  And why *is* her ex going into her best friend's
house? >  "Well, I don't know," Riley snapped.  "I don't know what Angel
really looks like from behind, since the last time we saw each other, he was
kicking my ass."

"That was Angel," Buffy nodded, standing up.  She jerked on Riley's arm,
almost pulling it out of the socket in her haste.  "Come on."  She dragged
him across the street, positioning herself in front of Willow's door.  She
glanced at Riley, then knocked on the door.

It was only a minute before Angel opened the door.  "Buffy," he said coolly.
"Buffy's Toy.  Nice to meet you finally, face to face, without kicking your
ass."

Riley winced.

Buffy rolled her eyes.  "What are you doing here in my town?" she snapped.

"Willow wanted me here," Angel said smoothly.  "Something about Dracula and
Xander was missing."  < My childe needs my help. . .and Xander. . . >  Angel
had to stop the purr from emanating from his chest.  < I need to help Xander
learn the ways of the vampire.  I don't want him to get dusted. . . >

Willow stepped in the doorway next to Angel.  "I should have told you,
Buffy, but you weren't supposed to know he was here.  I'm tired of wondering
where Xander is, and I mentioned it to Angel, and he said that he might be
able to help. . ."

"So that's why you didn't want me coming around," Buffy said angrily.
"Because you were going to be hiding Angel at your house.  Did you think
that I wouldn't realize it?  That I wouldn't know he was in town?"

"Buffy, I. . ." Willow started, wincing at the anger in her best friend's
voice.

"And *you*," Buffy glared, turning to Angel.  "How dare you come here!  You
did all but tell me to stay the fuck out of your town.  I think it goes both
ways, that you should stay out of mine."

Tears filled Willow's eyes.  "You don't really want to find him, do you?"
she asked, the tears spilling on her cheeks.

Angel wrapped his arm around the redhead.  "It's ok, Kitten.  We will find
him.  We will figure out what happened to him and I'll fix everything.  I
promise."  He leaned down and kissed the top of Willow's head.

Buffy's eyes narrowed at the closeness between the two, and the affectionate
way Angel said, 'Kitten.'  "Fine.  You two look for him.  Meanwhile, Riley
and I are going to find him now.  Come on, Riley," Buffy said, grabbing his
arm.  The two turned and stalked off into the night angrily.

Angel tilted his head slightly.  "What's with those ugly pants Riley's
wearing?"

Willow glanced back out, seeing the maroon. . .somethings on Riley.  She
giggled.  "I don't know.  Come on, I hid Spike and Xander in the basement,
and I'm scared they will kill each other."

Angel chuckled slightly, shutting the door.  He followed Willow downstairs
to the basement.  Spike and Xander were both in gameface, growling at each
other.

"Spike, damn it, don't make me try to hurt you," Xander growled.

"Hurt *me*?" the blonde asked.  "You are out of your bloody mind, wanker.  I
could have you down and out before you would even realize that I was about
to dust your ass."

Xander rolled his eyes.  "Whatever."

Spike launched at Xander, knocking him down with a roar.  Xander struggled,
clawing at his Sire, trying to defeat him.  As usual, it was a useless
battle.

Willow looked up at Angel.  "Please fix this?  They fight like this all the
time, and if they are going to live here, I will kill them both."

Angel walked down the stairs to his Childe and Grand-Childe, reaching down
to grab Spike's hair.  He pulled his head back.  "Spike, damn it, leave him
alone."

Spike turned his head, amber eyes glaring at his Sire.  "Fine, take his
side."  He got up and stalked across the room, throwing himself in an old
recliner.

Willow went to Spike, running her fingers along his ridges.  He closed his
eyes in pleasure, purring softly.  "Red," he said quietly as his demon
strained to taste her again.  "Red, that's a great source of pleasure for a
vampire. . ."

"Really?" she asked curiously.  She sat down in his lap, straddling him.
She leaned down, running her tongue slowly along the ridges.  "And how does
that make you feel?" she asked softly.

"Makes me want to shag the bloody hell out of you," he growled.

She giggled.  "Spikey, are you going to be good?"

"Bloody whelp shouldn't have come to me," he growled.

"But then we wouldn't be here now, would we?" she whispered in his ear.  She
captured the lobe in her mouth, sucking on it softly.

Spike groaned, trying to remain calm.

Angel grinned, watching the heat between the two.  He kneeled down next to
Xander.  "They are beautiful together," Angel remarked casually.

Xander sat up, resting on his elbows.  "Yea, they are alright."  He crossed
his legs at the ankles, swinging his foot slightly.  "She's good for him,
she's got that innocence that calms his demon or some junk like that."  He
glanced over at Angel, who was watching him.  Angel quickly looked away,
embarrassed that he'd been caught watching the young vampire.  "She's
passionate between the sheets too."

"So. . .the three of you?" Angel asked softly.

Xander laughed playfully.  "Me and Spike and Wills?  I'd kill Spike.  Or he'
d kill me."  He chuckled slightly.  "Wills. . .Wills is my best friend.  I
love her warmth, I love being inside of her. . .but I need more.  More than
her."

"More than Willow?  What else could you possibly want, Harris?  She's
beautiful, and intelligent. . ." Angel started.

Xander slowly got up, brushing the dirt off of his clothes.  "But she lacks
the one thing that I need."

"And what's that?" Angel asked, looking up at Xander.

Xander leaned down, his mouth inches from Angel's ear.  "A cock," he purred.
He stood up gracefully, smirking at the look of shock on his Grand-Sire's
face.  "You aren't going to let me hunt, are you?" he pouted.

Angel raised an eyebrow.  "Xander, I'm a Warrior for Good.  I can't allow
you to hunt."

"How will I survive then?  I have to hone in my skills."

Angel smirked.  "How about you hunt me?  See how good your *skills* are."

"And if I find you?" Xander asked, crossing his arms.

"Well. . ." Angel said slowly, standing up.  "you won't catch me, so there's
really no use in figuring out something for you to get."  The smirk on his
face reminded Xander of Angelus, causing the younger vampire to shudder
softly.

Xander licked his lips.  "Since I won't find you, Deadboy, how 'bout we make
it something good?"

"And whatever would that be?" Angel crossed his arms, interested in what
Xander had to offer.

"Me and you.  Naked.  You bent over a chair."  The left side of Xander's
mouth quirked up in a grin.

Angel gaped, his mind reeling at the fact that this man wanted him.  The
demon roared with pleasure, wanting to let him discover whatever hiding
place the older vampire would find.  "Fine," Angel said smoothly, not
letting Xander know how he was affecting him.

"And if I don't find you, then you can do whatever you want to me.
*Anything*," Xander purred.

Angel smirked, knowing that he had to make sure Xander Harris couldn't find
him.  "I think it sounds like a plan, lover," he purred.

*~*~*~*

Xander glanced around warily.  He'd been searching for Angel for a better
part of the night, and had yet to find him.  He glanced up at the sky,
knowing that it would be sunup soon.  "Damn it," he cried frustratingly.  "I
wanted to find you. . .wanted to make you mine."  He glanced around angrily,
seeing a couple walking home from the Bronze.  A slow smile crossed his
features.

He crossed the street quickly, falling in step behind them.  "Nice night,
huh?" Xander remarked casually.

The man turned slightly, pulling his woman closer to his body.  "It's ok,"
he said, worried.  There was something odd about the youth behind them,
something that made the man want to get his girlfriend to safety.

She turned, looking back at him.  Long blonde hair and hazel eyes reminded
Xander of the Slayer.  It was at that point that he decided the woman would
die first.  "So," Xander continued.  "If someone were to hurt the two of
you, would you rather die first so your girlfriend could watch, or watch her
die?"

The man stopped and turned, putting his girlfriend behind him.  "What?" he
asked angrily.  "What the hell are you talking about?"

Xander smirked as his gameface fell into place.  "Just wondering if you
wanted to die before or after her."

The woman's scream echoed through the quiet street.  The man tried to
protect her, but was too weak for Xander.  The vampire pushed the man to the
side and grabbed the blonde, pulling her against his body.  He closed his
eyes, inhaling her fear.  "When you scream. . .it turns me on," Xander
purred.  "Do it again."

Tears streamed down her face, but she kept her mouth shut, not wanting to
give him what he craved.  She turned her head away from him, knowing that
she was about to die.

"Scream, damn it," Xander demanded, shaking her.

She remained silent.

"Stupid bitch," Xander muttered, leaning down to drain the woman.

"Xander, I'd put her down if I were you," a quiet voice said behind him.

Xander spun around, still holding the quivering woman in his grasp.
"Deadboy," Xander smirked.  "Nice of you to join me.  Care for a taste?  Oh,
wait.  You can't.  You have the soul."

"I thought you were hunting *me*, Xander."

Xander pouted.  "I got bored.  I couldn't find you.  What was I supposed to
do?  Besides, I got hungry.  She smells like she would taste delicious. .
.can't you just turn your head a little so I can feed?  I won't tell anyone
if you don't."

Angel was around the couple and behind Xander before the youth could even
blink.  Angel slipped his arm around Xander's neck, yanking him away from
the woman.  She grabbed her boyfriend's arm, and the two ran away from the
vampires.

Angel held Xander against his body, causing his cock to stiffen.  Xander
pressed against his Grand-Sire's erection, laughing.  "So this turns you on,
Angel?  Fighting with me?  Does it make you hard?  Do you want to push me
against the wall and fuck the hell out of me, Deadboy?"  He closed his eyes
and laid his head on Angel's shoulder.  "Do it," he whispered.  "I said if I
couldn't find you, then you would get to do whatever you wanted to. . .I
know you want to. . .I can feel your length surging. . .pressing against me.
. ."

With a growl, Angel threw Xander into the alley.  The older vampire pounced,
covering Xander with his body.  He held Xander's hair tightly in his grasp,
twisting it slightly.  "You will *not* kill while I am here," Angel hissed.

"You may be the all soul-havin' hard on for redemption vampire, but I'm
 not!" Xander yelled back.  "I am a vampire, by God, and I feel like I
should fucking act like one!"  He was angry, his game face falling into
place.  "My sire isn't a real vampire, because he has that fucking chip!
You aren't one because of the soul!  How am I supposed to act?  The demon
cries out, wanting to kill everyone, wanting to tell you all to fuck off,
take Willow, and leave here."  Xander turned his head.  "But I don't want
to," he said softly.  "Spike hates me.  I don't know. . .I don't know how
you feel about me, but I know Willow loves me, and Spike will stay with me
if she's here. . .do you know how long it's been since someone has *really*
loved me?  Anya didn't.  She just wanted sex.  Buffy needed someone to
entertain her.  I. . .I don't want to be alone, Angel."

Angel sighed unnecessarily, wishing that Xander didn't have such blurred
lines between his vampire nature and his ache to be needed.  If he were a
true vampire, or had a true vampire teaching him, then he wouldn't have this
problem.  He would go kill, satisfy the demon, and move on to the next
victim.  But the circumstances behind his Sire and his Grand-Sire were
enough to put the fledgling's emotions at war.  Angel suspected that being
sired by Spike - such an obviously emotional demon - didn't help Xander's
cause.  Angel closed his eyes, suddenly thankful that Xander was the only
Childe Spike had.

The older vampire stood up, pulling Xander up.  "Come on, let's go back to
Wills'."

"Whatever," Xander said sullenly.

Angel tugged on his hand, pulling Xander along.  The fledgling followed
obediently, wishing that everything could just be right for once in his
life.

*~*~*~*

Angel had a firm grip on Xander's arm when the two of them walked into
Willow's house.  Xander was struggling, Angel was fuming, ready to turn
around and sink his fangs in Xander's neck to let the young vampire know
exactly *who* he belonged to.

Both men stopped, Angel blinking.  Xander shifted from foot to foot, itching
to break way from his grandsire and join the show in front of them.

Willow was sitting in the recliner, one leg slung over the arm of the chair,
the other leg over Spike's shoulder, the heel of her foot digging into his
back.  She was completely naked, Spike's hands on her breasts, twisting her
rosy nipples to hardness.  She was clutching his blonde hair, pushing his
face into her cunt, where he was drinking her passion.  Her head was thrown
back in ecstasy, her long pale neck glistening with sweat.

"Oh my god," Angel whispered, his demon straining to break free from his
cage and move towards his childe and his human pet.

Xander yanked his arm away from Angel and went to the couple.  He reached
around Willow's head, grabbing a handful of her hair.  He tilted her head
up, causing her emerald eyes to fly open in shock.  Angel stepped forward to
throw Xander off the redhead.  He froze in his track when the normally
bashful Willow Rosenberg - the one who would blush at the thought of sex -
leaned up and wrapped her hand around the back of Xander's neck.  She
brought him down, attacking his lips with passion.

Her tiny hand that had been clutching Spike's head moved towards Xander,
squeezing the very stiff erection hidden by tight black jeans.  He thrust
into her hand, reaching down to unbuckle his pants.  Her fingers fumbled
with his, pulling out his long aching cock.

Angel watched in amazement - his own erection throbbing - as the tiny
redheaded goddess guided her best friend's cock to her mouth, wrapping her
silky lips around it, sucking him in earnest.  Xander threw his head back
and moaned, the sound vibrating through his body.

Spike finally pulled away from Willow's core, smiling as he glanced up and
watched Willow take his Childe's cock in her mouth with ease.  Spike was
somewhat surprised and wondered just *how* she knew to do so well with a
dick in her mouth.  His gameface fell into place and he shuddered, wanting
to taste her again.  He leaned forward, sinking his fangs in the inside of
her thigh.

That action brought Angel out of his stupor.  He shook his head, then
roared, rushing to the two vampires and one human.  He grabbed Spike by the
back of the head, yanking the feeding vampire away from Willow.  He threw
Spike across the room, watching with satisfaction as the blonde slumped
against the wall with a, "Bloody fuck, Sire!"

He grabbed Xander's arm and pulled him away, shoving him to the side to deal
with him later.  He looked down at Willow, who was watching him with wide
terrified eyes.  "Uh," she said softly, "I knew you'd get free if you had
sex, but. . .I didn't think you could if you watched it."

"What?" he asked with a frown.

"Angelus?"

Angel blinked, then felt his forehead.  He groaned when he realized that he
was in full game face and had just violently threw both of her lovers away
from her.  He dropped to his knees, ignoring her naked body.  "No, not
Angelus.  I'm still Angel."  His human mask smoothed out his skin.  "I didn'
t mean to scare you, Kitten."

She blinked, then narrowed her eyes.  She popped him on the shoulder.  "Damn
it, I was enjoying myself!  Why did you do that?"

"Spike *bit* you!"

Willow stared at him, waiting for the bad part.  She finally nodded her
head.  "Yea, he was biting me.  This is a bad thing?  He wasn't hurting me."

"Yea, Peaches," Spike grumbled, dropping to his knees in front of Willow.
"Bloody chip didn't go off, did it?"

Angel blinked, realizing that the blonde was right.  The chip didn't go off
when he bit Willow.  "So. . .you enjoyed that?"  He frowned at the redhead.

Spike rolled his blue eyes.  "Of course, you ninny!  You've bitten me before
where I enjoyed it!  You know it can be done."

"But she's *human*, Spike."

Spike rolled his eyes.  "You are one daft vampire.  How you lived this long,
I don't know.  I was human once."

Angel opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it with a frown.  Finally,
he sat back and said, "You enjoyed that?  The night that I embraced you?"

"You thought I was hard for my bloody health?  It was intoxicating, you
Ponce."

Xander zipped up his pants angrily and stalked back to the three sitting
there.  He growled dangerously at Angelus.  "Don't you *ever* push me away
from Willow.  I will stake you."

"Xander!" Willow cried, standing up.  "Xander, don't be mean to Angel.  He
thought you were hurting me.  He was protecting me."  She went to him,
pressing her naked body against his.  She reached up and ran her fingers
over his ridges, trying to calm him down.

"Wills," Xander said softly, pulling her closer.  "He comes in here, with
his stupid soul, thinking that he's the *one*, that he controls everything,
and he *doesn't*."

Angel stood up with a roar.  "You don't *get* it, you insignificant little
vampire!  I am Angelus!  This is my fucking family, and I *do* control
everything!  Why do you think Spike asked me to come here?  To make sure you
turned out *right*."

"But you treat me like a stupid minion!" Xander yelled back.  He looked down
at Willow, not wanting her to get hurt.  He knew that this can of worms he'd
just opened were about to result in a fight, and he was worried about the
redhead's well-being.  He gently pushed her to Spike.  "Make sure she stays
out of the middle of this," he said to his Sire.  He turned back to Angel.
The older vampire was in full gameface, holding himself back from hurting
Xander.

Xander took an unneeded breath.  "I am not a fucking minion, Angelus.  I am
a Childe.  A Childe of William the *fucking* Bloody!  And even more than
that, I am a Grand Childe to Angelus!  I'm tired of you treating me like I'm
some common vampire!  I've read the books in Giles' library.  I know the
difference between a minion and a childe.  When you stop treating me like a
piece of shit, I will start responding and listen to what the hell you have
to teach me."

Angel blinked in shock.  Xander was right.  He'd been treating him with the
hand of a Master, how he would treat a common vampire.  But Xander wasn't a
common vampire.  He *was* a Childe of Spike, and a grandchilde of Angelus.
He had some of the best non-tainted vampire blood running through his veins.

With that mindset, Angel grinned and decided that Angelus should come out
and play.  "You want Angelus?  I'll give you Angelus.  Are you sure you can
handle it?"

Xander laughed cockily.  "Yea, I can handle it.  Bring it on."


*~*~*~*


With a roar, Angel launched at Xander, slamming the younger vampire into the
floor.  Xander grunted under the pain of the massive vampire landing on him
with such force.  "Damn, Deadboy.  If I had to breath, you would have
knocked it out of me."

"Don't. Call. Me. Deadboy!" Angel growled angrily.  He grabbed Xander's hair
and yanked his head back, sinking his fangs in the younger man's neck.

Xander groaned as a feeling of contentment washed over him.  There was
something intoxicating about having the great Angelus sink his fangs in his
neck.  He thrust his hips against Angel, begging for more.

Spike's eyebrow rose and he glanced up at Willow.  "I think Angelus wants
him."

"Spike?" Willow asked.  "Do you care?  I mean, if Angel decides he wants to
keep Xander?"

Spike laughed, the sound was bitter to Willow's soft ears.  "He won't.  As
much as his demon may want to, the soul won't keep him.  I wish he would.  I
mean, it would be so much easier if the four of us could just be a family."

Willow sighed, laying her head on his shoulder.  "If only he could lose his
soul."

Spike chuckled as he watched the two vampires fumbling with their clothes.
"Well, pet, it may happen yet. . ."

~*~

"Angelus. . ."

Amber eyes blinked and looked down at the amber eyes of the vampire he'd
just screwed into almost unconsciousness.  He convulsed on top of Xander,
exploding in that moment of perfect happiness.  His soul was too content to
even realize that he was about to be lost.  "Xander," he purred.  "You
realize what this means."

Xander's eyebrow rose.  "If you hurt Willow, I swear, I will stake you."

Angelus leered, turning his head to the frail witch sitting on his childe's
lap.  He licked his lips.  "I bet she tastes wonderful. . .William, will you
share her with me occasionally?"

Spike's mouth dropped open in shock.  "You. . .aren't going to just take
her?"

"She is yours, Childe, just as Xander is mine.  I won't take what is yours
if you don't take what is mine."

Spike laughed.  "Like I want the whelp.  Why do you think I called you here
to begin with?"

Xander batted his big brown eyes at Angelus.  "Can we hunt now?"

Angelus licked his lips.  "I think we should go hunting, boy."

~*~

"Oh.  My.  God."

Angelus looked up from the quickly dying body he'd been feeding from.  He
licked his blood red lips, making sure not to waste any of the ambrosia that
he'd obtained from his victim.  "Slayer," he smirked.  "So nice of you to
join me."

"Angelus, how did you get free?"  Anger rippled through Buffy, knowing that
her former love, the one man that would forever hold that special place in
her heart, had slept with her best friend and the redhead made him lose his
soul.  "How could she?  How could Willow do this?"

"Daddy," a soft voice purred off to the side.  "Daddy, what is the bitchy
Slayer complaining about this time?"

Buffy's mouth dropped open as Xander stepped out of the shadows, his brown
eyes flickering gold.  Xander stepped up to Angelus and leaned up, kissing
him briefly, cleaning the older man of the few stray drops of blood that was
left on his lips.  "Oh, my god," Buffy said, stepping back.  "You. . .two?"

"He's mine," Angelus purred.  "All mine."

"But I can play with Willow some, right?" Xander purred, nuzzling Angelus'
neck.

"As long as Spike says it's ok," Angelus replied.  He tilted his head up,
looking down his nose at Buffy.  "It's not time yet.  Not time for your
death.  Later, when you least expect it.  When you've settled into your
life.  We will be back then, and you won't have a chance."

Buffy stepped back.  "You'll be back?  Where are you going?" she asked.

"I want to show my family the world," Angelus smirked.

~*~

Willow sighed, locking up her house.  "I can't believe we are just. .
.leaving.  And that I'm leaving with the three of you.  I mean, I'm human
for goddess' sake."

"We can change that, Red," Spike said, sliding his arm around her waist.

"No," she said.  "Not yet.  Not ready for that."  She started walking with
him down the walk towards the car that was to take the four of them to the
airport.  She glanced back over her shoulder, sighing once more at the house
she'd always considered a home.  "Goodbye, house," she said sadly.

"Don't worry, Red.  You will be happy with the three of us," Spike said.

"He's right, you know," Xander nodded, leaning against the car, his arms
folded over his chest.  "You will be traveling around the world with three
of the sexiest demons that exist.  What more could a girl want?"

Willow chuckled, brushing a lock of hair out of her face.  "You are so full
of yourself, Xander," she grinned.  She leaned up and placed a soft kiss on
his lips, then ducked into the backseat of the car.

Spike smirked at his Childe that he'd officially given to Angelus.  "You may
think you are sexy, wanker, but I still beg to differ."

"Don't worry, old man.  I'll grow on you."

Spike chuckled and climbed in after Willow, pulling the woman into his arms.
The two settled against each other, waiting for their new lives to begin.

Angelus leaned against the car, glancing at his lover.  "Well?" he asked.

"I think we should get the hell out of Sunnydale, Deadboy."

Angelus turned to Xander, trailing his fingertips along the young vampire's
cheek.  "You know I think you are sexy."

"Of course," Xander smirked.  He leaned up and kissed Angelus quickly, then
tugged on his sleeve.  "Come on, I want to leave here!  I want to get the
new chapter of my life started."

Angelus twined his fingers through Xander's hair, pulling the man closer,
kissing him with reckless passion.  When they parted, they rested their
foreheads together.  "I think that sounds like a plan, Xander."

Xander smiled, leaning up to kiss Angelus once more, quickly on the lips.
He pulled away and opened the front door, sliding into the car.  "Come on,
Deadboy!  Let's hit the road!"

Angelus nodded, walking around the car.  He knew that no one knew they were
leaving, having decided to pack up and leave after Buffy made her discovery.
Angelus wanted his family to be strong before they took on the Slayer.  He
knew it would be a couple of years, but he was confident in the fact that
the Slayer would remain alive until it was time for the family to head back
home and kill her.

He climbed into the front seat and started his car.  They pulled away from
the curb, ready to start the new chapter of their lives.

End

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