Missing Series

[jasonsnene]

 

Title: Missing Series

Author: Jasonsnene

Pairing: Xander/Spike/Angel

Rating: NC17 (just to be safe but most parts aren’t there)

Warnings: M/M, non-con, violence, implied torture
Beta:  carinas_carinae(but i've added and changed some stuff so blame it all on me.)

 

Summary: Anya is convinced that Xander is giving away her orgasms and retaliates by selling him into slavery. He’s rescued, but he isn’t the same, and his friends learn that Xander is very good at keeping secrets.

A/N:  This is the first half of a series I'm writing for spring_with_xan.  The next half will be posted next Friday.

 

1-Misconception

 

Spike stared at the gathered Scoobies, chattering like magpies like nothing in the world was wrong. There was something wrong though, something missing. The boy wasn’t here, hadn’t been in a couple of weeks and not one of them appeared to be overly concerned by his absence.

 

Okay, maybe that was because the demon bint had told them he’d gone. They all thought he’d left to lick his wounds after Anya dumped him for not giving her enough orgasms. Spike knew better. There’d been trouble in paradise for a while now and something just wasn’t right about this.

 

Xander wouldn’t have just run off like this. Yeah, Spike knew he’d gone off to see the world last year, but he’d let the girls know he was going. This time he’d just left. Spike had snuck over to the apartment he shared with Anya the night before, and after he poked around for a few minutes, he’d realized just what was bothering him.

 

It was the little things that drew his attention. The stupid collectors’ plates that were the whelp’s pride and joy still resided in their place of honor on top of the entertainment center. But the framed photo of Xander and the girls that always resided on the coffee table was gone. Maybe he’d just taken it with him.

 

In the bedroom things were the same as well, but in the closet the stupid t-shirt that Xander always wore when he was upset about something was still hanging right there where it always did. Sure, some of his clothes were missing, but they were the ones the bint had bought him. 

 

Spike knew there was more to his absence than what Anya had told them. She was hiding something, and Spike would find out what it was. Even if he had to sit here surrounded by their inane chatter all night and watch Anya count the money from the till like it was her life’s blood.

 

As soon as he thought about blood, it hit him. That little warning tingle that he’d been ignoring for the past few weeks. Demon blood. And it wasn’t his. He turned golden eyes towards the till. It was her. She was a demon again. 

 

He waited until the girls packed up to leave and followed them out the door. “Hey, Red.” Willow stopped and turned back to him. He could see the lines of strain around her eyes now. She’d pasted on a pretty good face back at the shop. Even had him fooled there for a while.

 

Spike crossed over to her and leaned in close. “We’ll find him.”

 

Willow let out a gasping sob and laid her head against his chest. He wasn’t the only one to notice after all.

 

2-Misgivings

 

Willow hurried into the dorm room she shared with Tara, and just as she had every night for the past two weeks, she immediately went for the answering machine. The mechanical voice answered just as it had previously, “There are no new messages.”

 

Tara walked up behind her and wrapped her arms tightly around Willow’s waist. “It’s going to be okay.”

 

“I’m so scared Tara. He’s never done this before. I know I didn’t hear from him a lot while he was gone last summer but I didn’t have this pit of fear in my stomach then. I know something’s wrong.” Willow turned in Tara’s embrace and pressed her cheek into Tara’s chest, listening to her heart beat and letting the steady rhythm soothe her.

 

Tara held her close and thought back over the past few weeks. She’s seen the changes in Xander’s aura. He’d gotten, well, darker. Not like he was changing into something else kind of darker, although with his history it was something she’d considered. No, it was still Xander but his colors were in turmoil and he’d been different, tense and stressed. 

 

When Anya had announced their breakup, Tara had assumed that his troubles had been directly related to the demise of their relationship. Now she wasn’t so sure. What if something else had been going on, something that Xander hadn’t felt that he could share with them? 

 

She held Willow as her girlfriend finally drifted to sleep. Tara knew that Willow couldn’t hold on much longer. Her heart was breaking as the fear and guilt overwhelmed her. So, even though she’d protested before when Willow wanted to do a locator spell, maybe it was time to accept that something really had happened to Xander. Tara slipped quietly from the bed and gathered the supplies she would need before setting up a protective circle for herself and spreading out her world map. 

 

Holding the swirling crystal tightly, Tara let its magic flow and guided it across each portion of the map. Then she repeated the process. Then she repeated it again. Xander didn’t show up. Tara feared the worst.

 

3-Misjudged

 

Spike paced in front of the phone booth, chain smoking and swearing loudly to himself. He stuck his hand in the pocket of his duster and jingled the change he’d stolen from the laundromat. 

 

Finally, with a last grumbled curse, Spike pulled the change from his pocket and dialed the last number he wanted to call. It was answered gruffly with a perky slogan that made Spike chuckle under his breath.

 

“Spike?”

 

“Peaches.”

 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen to Buffy?”

 

“Slayer’s fine. Thought you may want to take a drive this way though.”

 

“Why would I do that?”

 

“'Cause I’m not as good at looking after my pressies as I used to be.” 

 

Spike ended the call quickly and stormed to the nearest bar. Stupid Peaches and his stupid broody self. Spike couldn’t believe he’d called the wanker but he knew none of the Scoobies would agree with anything he said. His poof of a Sire was their hero. Anything Peaches said, they’d fawn over. Spike just hoped Angel would figure it out soon enough and be on his way. 

 

Sure enough, exactly three and a half hours later, Spike heard footsteps approaching his crypt. He jumped into his chair and propped his feet up on the table before grabbing the still full bottle of jack and feigning nonchalance.

 

Angel stormed inside and took one look at Spike and knew it was an act. “Where is he?”

 

Spike shrugged and went to take a chug from the bottle. It would have worked well if he’d remembered to remove the cap. Growling in frustration, Spike threw the bottle across the room and watched it shatter and leak amber fluid down the wall.

 

“Been gone two weeks. No one’s heard a word.”

 

“You sure?”

 

“Bloody hell, Sire. Do you think I would’ve called if I wasn’t sure?”

 

“Tell me what you know.”

 

Spike related everything from the past two weeks, even his breaking and entering of the apartment, then he told Angel his suspicions about Anya. Spike wished he had another bottle for Angel to throw. He looked like he could use one.

 

Angel glared and paced for a moment before turning to leave. “You coming?”

 

Spike bounded from the chair, grabbed his duster, and ran out the door after him.

 

 

4-Misplaced

 

Angel and Spike entered the dorms and moved quickly to the door they needed. Angel knocked quietly, where Spike would have pounded and demanded entrance. The door opened slightly and Tara peeked out. When she saw her visitors, she stepped out of the door and pulled the door shut behind her.

 

She smiled hesitantly at them. “I t-t-tried to d-do a locator sp-spell. He didn’t sh-show up.”

 

Spike cursed and began pacing again. He wasn’t dead. They’d know if he was, wouldn’t they? Angel grabbed his arm and he stopped moving, glaring at the offending hand. Angel ignored him. “Tara, let’s get Willow and go see Buffy and Giles.” She nodded and slipped back into the room, emerging minutes later with Willow at her side.

 

They all hurried across the dorms and Angel again knocked quietly at another door. He wasn’t expected a man to open it and started to growl. This time it was Spike who held him back. “Out of the way, soldier boy. We need to see the Slayer.”

 

Riley stood firm, blocking the entrance. Willow frowned at him before slipping past and waking Buffy. She looked exhausted. “Wills? What’s wrong?”

 

“Wake up, Buff. We need to talk.”

 

Buffy realized Riley wasn’t beside her and looked around the room. She jumped from the bed when she saw Angel and Spike with Tara and Riley at the door. 

 

“Willow?”

 

“Something’s happened to Xander.”

 

Buffy moved quickly then and grabbed her weapons before they left the room. Angel led the way and they all piled into his car and made it to Giles’ apartment. Giles opened the door after a few moments and allowed them all inside.

 

By the time both Spike and Tara had explained themselves, Giles was cleaning his glasses and mumbling under his breath. “I should have known. I should have seen that she’d gone back to vengeance. What the hell did she do to him?”

 

  

5-Misfortune

 

Xander was beginning to give up hope. He wasn’t sure exactly how long he’d been trapped here, but he knew it had been days, perhaps weeks. He was cold, he was hungry and he was terrified.

 

He looked around the cave-like structure with a shiver. There were others here as well. Xander thought it was part of the torture to have to see what the others went through. It worked. He watched each struggling form dragged to the center of the room where they were systematically beaten down. 

 

Some held on, like him. He refused to give up, to give into the urge to just do what they wanted even if it meant food and water. Even if it meant he wouldn’t get beaten again. No one else had lasted as long as he had, but then no one else was best friends with a slayer and a witch. They would find him. He knew it.

 

Xander just hoped it was soon. The soldier was talking to him in his head almost constantly now. Reminding him of training, how to lose himself in his head and not give them what they wanted. The hyena was stirring as well. Xander hadn’t heard from her in years. He’d known, though, that she was still hiding away in there. Dormant. Waiting until she was needed. He listened to the soldier now, not wanting to lose himself to the other. Not knowing what he would do if she were free. 

 

It was his turn now. They were different this time. Smug. Xander knew it was going to be the worst yet. He was right. He gave in with one gesture of the demons that held him. All they had to do was hold the picture up in front of his face. They’d found his weakness, his secret. Xander dropped to his knees like they demanded and did whatever they told him to do, even if it was worse than the nightmares he often had.

 

The soldier was horrified. The hyena stirred. Xander closed his eyes and let them take over. 

 

6-Misconstrued

 

Giles and the others were all gathered in the shop researching when Anya arrived the next morning. They’d all decided to pretend ignorance for the time being, even though they all wanted to do nothing more than rip her to shreds. But they couldn’t. Giles convinced them all that if Anya got away, they’d never find him.

 

So they told her they were researching a prophecy and Giles kindly asked her if she would man the shop for the day while they looked through their books. She agreed, smiling broadly at the thought of being in charge for the day.

 

In reality, they were researching ways to bind her powers, to make her human again. In human form, she wouldn’t be able to do a thing. Spike growled to himself as he slammed yet another book closed. Chipped or not, he would kill her for this.

 

When the phone rang, they all ignored it, until Anya’s shrieks of outrage caused them all to bolt to the front of the shop.

 

“It was you! You were stealing my orgasms. I will hunt you down and slaughter you for this. I had to get rid of a perfectly good human because of you.” Anya paused in her screaming when she realized that the entire Scooby gang was standing around her, their eyes wide and horrified. Giles pried the phone from her hand.

 

Giles spoke to the quivering voice on the other end of the phone, apologizing that Xander wasn’t there and asking who the caller was. He frowned at the response and then hung up the phone.

 

Angel and Spike were holding Anya by the arms. She scowled at them. Buffy had grabbed an axe and was holding it threateningly. Willow and Tara were holding hands, both prepared to do whatever it took to stop Anya from leaving.

 

Buffy was the first to question Giles. “Who was that?”

 

Giles polished his glasses. “I’m afraid she wouldn’t tell me. She was looking for Xander, though. She hung up before I could get more details.”

 

Anya huffed. “She is the one he was giving my orgasms to.”

 

Giles turned cold eyes to the demon, whose arms were now wrenched painfully behind her by two very pissed off vampires. “That is absurd, Anya. Xander would never cheat on you. Now where is he?”

 

“Never cheat on me? He was cheating on me. Every week he would go off one night and not tell me where he was going. Every other weekend he had some mysterious business to take care of. I’m not stupid. He was giving away my orgasms!”

 

Spike thought back over the past few months. He had noticed a different smell about the whelp, but it wasn’t the smell of sex. It was something different. He noticed Angel looked at him curiously and he shook his head. 

 

Buffy stepped forward with the axe raised. “Tell me where he is or I start removing body parts.”

 

7-Misnomer

 

Angel and Spike prepared to step through the portal. Buffy and Willow had argued long and loud over the decision to send the vampires in to rescue their friend but in the end, Giles’ logic had prevailed. 

 

The vampires could claim previous ownership over Xander, although the girls protested vehemently over the idea. They’d finally caved when they saw Giles’ version of resolve-face. 

 

Privately, Giles had discussed with Angel and Spike the dimension Xander had been sent to. He’d been horrified to learn that Xander had been sold into slavery and knew that Xander wouldn’t want his girls to see him if his condition was as bad as Angel feared.

 

The dimension was much like Angel had imagined. Spike immediately started scanning the area for Xander while Angel eyed the demons stepping forward to guard their slaves. Angel vamped out and they paused. 

 

“You have taken one of mine. I demand his return.”

 

The demons started forward again, weapons raised. “We have taken no one.”

 

Spike turned his attention back to them and snarled. 

 

Angel raised his axe, spinning it quickly and showing his ease with the weapon. “He was sent to you by a vengeance demon. I have prior claim to the human. I demand his immediate return.”

 

They twittered and growled before one separated from the pack and left the cave. He returned moments later with a body thrown across his shoulder. He dropped Xander at Angel’s feet and stepped back to the group.

 

“Take your pet and go. We want no trouble with your kind.”

 

Spike knelt by Xander and saw the vacant look in his eyes before scooping him up and stepping behind Angel. They backed their way out and moments later were back through the portal.

 

Giles jumped forward when they reappeared and grabbed a blanket to wrap around Xander’s naked form. He stared at the vampires. “What the hell?”

 

Angel and Spike were puzzled. 

 

“You were only gone for a moment! How did you get him so fast?”

 

Angel was stunned. “Giles, we were gone for at least an hour.”

 

They all realized the implications pretty quickly. How long had it felt to Xander? How long had he been trapped there?

 

“Xander?” No response. “Xander, wake up. You’re safe now.”

 

Xander’s eyes blinked open and it was clear to them all that he wasn’t okay. Xander’s eyes weren’t supposed to be green.

 

  

8-Mishap

 

Xander was aware of his surroundings, knew that he was home. But he knew that he wasn’t safe. The demons had made very clear to him what would happen if he escaped. It wasn’t him that they threatened.

 

They were aware of the changes in him. He could see it in the careful way they treated him, in the piles of books that now surrounded them. While they researched how to save him, he plotted his escape.

 

His forced submission at the hands of the demons had nearly broken him. But some instincts could never be taken away and that is what his inner self focused on now. He waited until near sunrise before whimpering.

 

Buffy and Willow were immediately at his side. “Xander?”

 

He forced his voice to remain low and weak. “Shower?”

 

The girls looked tearily at each other. “Sure, Xan. We’ll get you to a shower.”

 

He whimpered again and closed his eyes while they argued and planned on who would take him to the shower. 

 

Both girls wanted to go but they all figured that he might need help and wouldn’t want the girls to see him that way. Giles wanted to go but was needed for research. Which left Spike and Angel. There was no way they were letting Spike go off alone with him, so Angel was volunteered.

 

Xander’s instincts were screaming at him as he was lifted into the vampire’s arms. The submissiveness that had been beaten into him over the past few weeks recognized Angel as an alpha.  

 

He showered carefully before dressing himself in the clothes the girls had grabbed for him. Lowering himself back to the floor, he whimpered again, knowing that Angel would come running. 

 

Angel lifted him again, carrying him towards Giles’ bedroom. No! His instincts screamed. That wouldn’t work. He struggled and as he hoped, Angel assumed he was terrified of the bedroom and what it represented and carried him back down to the couch. Better.

 

He settled on the couch, forcing himself to remain calm while Angel hovered over him. Soon, the vampire left the room and Xander leapt to his feet, snagging the car keys that Giles always kept on the hook by the door. 

 

Making sure he was standing safely in the sunlight, Xander waited for Angel to come back. The vampire ran back into the room when he heard Xander moving and was shocked to see him standing outside where he couldn’t be reached.

 

Communicating his intent the only way he knew how, Xander lowered his eyes and tilted his head to the side. “You should go home.” Then he turned and ran into the brightness of the day, squealing away in Giles’ car moments later.

 

 

9-Misfeasance

 

It took what seemed to Xander like forever to reach his destination. But as he arrived, his senses screamed at him and he knew his fears had been realized. The soldier in him moved forward in his mind, joining the hyena’s instincts, and preparing him for battle.

 

No one would hurt what was his. Xander ran around to the back of the little house and stepped up to the back door. They’d only sent two. Less than he’d expected but then, he’d been so broken when they’d left that he was sure they didn’t think he’d be able to come.

 

They’d thought wrong. He was on the first before the demon sensed his presence. It was dead quickly. The other had just enough time to turn before Xander was on him as well. This fight was harder. Xander was still weak but with the soldier and the hyena guiding him now, the demon was dead in moments. 

 

Xander sniffed the air cautiously, whimpering at the smell of blood and death that surrounded him. He ran into the next room and his fears were realized. There was blood, so much blood that it sickened him. He crawled toward the woman lying on the ground and whimpered at her. But it was too late. She was dead. 

 

He nuzzled her neck for a moment, not realizing that he was getting her blood all over him. He heard another sound and his eyes bled to green before he realized where the noise was coming from. Xander slunk down the hall, instincts guiding him and he entered the small bedroom.

 

The whimper soon turned into a cry and Xander approached the crib cautiously. The baby stared up at him, warm brown eyes recognizing him and chubby hands reaching up. Xander lifted her carefully in his arms and rocked her against him gently.

 

The hyena whined and the soldier cheered. She was safe. Xander changed her diaper and packed quickly, never letting her out of his hold. She tugged on his hair playfully and he let her, nuzzling his nose into her neck every few moments and breathing in her scent.

 

Once he had as many of her possessions as he could carry, Xander went loaded them into the back of Giles’ car. Next came her car seat, retrieved from the back of the woman’s car and finally they were ready to leave. 

 

Xander was on the interstate and headed towards Los Angeles. Sunnydale was no longer safe for his pack.

 

10-Misunderstood

 

By the time the gang arrived at Giles’ house, Xander was long gone. Spike cursed as he stormed in behind them, still slightly smoking from underneath his blanket. The boy was smart, waiting until daylight when Angel and Spike couldn’t follow.

 

Spike paced, listening to Angel recount the events of the morning and trying to puzzle together why Xander would have left the safety of his friends to head out alone. He stopped when he heard Angel telling the girls Xander’s last words to him.

 

“Wot did he say?”

 

“He said, ‘You should go home now’ and then he ran off.”

 

Spike continued pacing. That wasn’t right. Xander didn’t make suggestions to Angel. Xander made demands and threats. Giles polished his glasses until they shone and Willow rubbed her hands together, itching to either research or do a spell. Something, anything, to find him again.

 

Giles discouraged them, though. If Xander had run off, he’d had a reason. After all that had happened he probably did need some time away, even though Giles was loathe to let him go. 

 

Angel agreed, telling them that while Xander had been upset, he had seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Giles convinced them all to get some rest and they all piled onto the furniture, Buffy and Willow dozing quickly after not having slept the night before while waiting for Angel and Spike to return.

 

Spike had never imagined that a day could creep by so slowly. He was about ready to pull out his hair when the sun finally started to go down. He glanced over at Angel, who was slumped in a chair, brooding as always.

 

“See ya, Peaches. I’ve done my good deed for the decade.”

 

Angel nodded absentmindedly, and Spike went for the door. As soon as there were enough shadows he slipped out and ran towards his crypt. Peaches would be pissed if Spike found Xander first. Course, if he’d just listened to what the whelp had said, he would have figured it out already.

 

11-Misfit

 

Xander crept into the hotel, carefully sniffing his way through the lobby and to the upper floors. His only thought was to keep her safe. His nose led him to a room separated from the others and he placed his burden down gently on the bed.

 

Angel. His scent filled the room. Xander screamed inside his head at the unfairness of it all. He shouldn’t be here. Deadboy shouldn’t be the one to protect them. But both the soldier and the hyena felt differently and Xander was too weak to argue. 

 

He was tired, so tired. Everything he’d fought to protect was falling away. He’d failed her. His mind remembered sparkling green eyes and long brown hair. Her smile lit up his world. Jenny. She was gone now, lost to a battle that was never hers to fight. He’d tried to keep them safe, to keep his distance. 

 

The baby whimpered and Xander crawled onto the bed beside her. A low growl emerged from deep in his chest and it seemed to settle her. His daughter. His life. He was the only one she had now and Xander knew he would do anything to keep her safe.

 

As he drifted to sleep, his mind recounted the events of the past summer. He’d gone away, planning to take a trip across the country after the events of his high school graduation. He’d needed the time.

 

When his car broke down in Oxnard, he’d cursed his fate. How could this happen to him? Didn’t he deserve a break? But the fates just laughed as the mechanic handed him a repair bill that would take the rest of his savings and then some. 

 

Xander knew he could call home. He was sure Giles would loan him the money or that Willow would come get him. But that wasn’t what he wanted so he slapped on his patented grin, bought a paper, and sat down to find a job.

 

He couldn’t know that the ad he circled would change his life. It wasn’t like there were many opportunities in Oxnard, so a job bartending seemed like the best chance he’d have. They’d hired him on the spot. Xander supposed there weren’t many people willing to work at the Fabulous Ladies Night Club.

 

He’d seen her the first night and been blown away. She was a waitress there. Xander had watched her all night. She reminded him of all the women he loved. She had Buffy’s strength, and not in the ‘I’m the Chosen One’ way, but in the way she held herself and wrangled the customers into behaving. She was quick with the quip too. 

 

She reminded him of his Willow in that way she smiled at him and welcomed him to the fold. His Willow felt like home to him and Jenny made him feel the same way. And then there was the way she held herself, her take no prisoners attitude. That was all Cordy. Needless to say, he found her irresistible.

 

They were lovers within a week. Xander still wasn’t quite sure how it happened. They’d talked and then, one night after work, she’d taken him home. When he held her in his arms, he felt something he’d never felt before. 

 

She’d told him that she just wanted to be friends and strangely enough, he was okay with that. He’d explored a bit that summer, learning more about himself and his sexuality than he’d ever imagined. He’d tried things that he would never have tried at home. His first experience with a man happened after a show where he’d been browbeaten into stripping. 

 

And through it all, Jenny had encouraged him and laughed at his mistakes and made him feel like it was okay just to be himself. Three weeks before he’d been due to head back to Sunnydale, she’d told him she was pregnant. Xander’s heart had stopped beating for a moment. Then he proposed.

 

Jenny had smiled and hugged him. Then she turned him down. He’d been heartbroken at first, but she’d convinced him that it was the right thing to do. They weren’t in love and getting married just because they were having a baby wasn’t something Jenny was willing to do. She was wise beyond her years.

 

So he’d gone back to Sunnydale, checking in as often as he could, even making a few doctor’s appointments. When they’d found out they were having a girl, Xander’s heart had nearly stopped again. He wanted so much to tell his friends, to brag and shout to the world that he was going to be a father.

 

He couldn’t though. From the first moment, he’d felt the urge to keep her safe, to protect her from the things that went bump in the night. And that meant keeping Sunnydale as far away from them as possible. It also meant that he’d keep fighting to save the world, because now, he had to fight to save it for them.

 

The past year had been such a struggle. He hadn’t fit in anymore. His friends were off at college and he was working as many jobs as he could manage so that he could help take care of his daughter. Jenny was the first person he called when he got the construction job. She’d been so proud of him.

 

And then, the day came when his daughter was born. He’d snuck away and been there through the delivery and the moment they placed his daughter in his arms, he’d fallen in love. He’d found his place in the world. And know, she was lying here beside him, forced into the world he’d fought so hard to keep her out of.

 

 

12-Misinterpret

 

Spike was at the hotel within a couple hours of leaving good ole Sunnyhell. Old broody pants was so oblivious. Xander was clearly sending him a message. “You should go home.” Pfft. Right. He’d probably even bared his throat. Angel was so fuckin’ clueless. The whelp was lookin’ for someone to keep him safe and as far from the demon bint as he could get.

 

Spike couldn’t blame him. He’d want out of there too. Hell, he’d wanted out of there for a while. But the damn chip those damn soldiers had stuck in his head made things difficult for him. Fuckers. He was glad Slayer had taken care of them right good. And he’d helped a bit, there at the end. A little. 

 

Not that he owed them or anything, and not that he would admit it to anyone who asked, but he kind of liked them. A little. They were a giant pain in his ass most days, the whelp especially, but they kind of grew on you like mold in Xan’s fridge. 

 

And now he was here to offer himself up as the protector the whelp wanted. He’d heard the rumbles. Something about a hyena being back. Soon as he’d heard that, Spike figured out what was going on. He wasn’t some dumb blond.   The whelp needed an alpha, a pack. And Spike was more than willing to oblige him. Especially if he got to show his dominance. 

 

Spike’s grin turned malicious. Yeah, he’d like to bend the boy over the nearest piece of furniture and show him just who his alpha was. Hell, yeah. And if it just happened to stick it to Slutty and friends at the same time, all the better for him.

 

The hotel looked deserted but Spike could tell that Xander was here. A new plum, just ripe for the pickin’. He followed his nose and started up the stairs. He heard a sound moments before a streak came at him and Spike hit the ground hard, tumbling down the few steps he’d made it up with the whelp snarling and growling at him.

 

Holy hell, but he was hot like this. Strong, too. Spike tossed him off his body and Xander hit the ground hard, rolling quickly to his feet and charging him again. After the second toss sent him flying, Spike realized that the chip hadn’t gone off. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun.

 

He let loose then, throwing every dirty trick he knew to take Xander down. It took longer than he thought to pin him. The whelp had picked up a few tricks of his own but they really weren’t any match for a vampire with over 100 years of fighting under his belt.

 

But now he had him. Face down on the floor, Spike’s hand holding him by the neck while he straddled the whelp’s back.  Spike ripped his shirt, baring a tasty looking neck then he tore at Xander’s pants, baring an even tastier ass. He was gonna love burying himself in that tight hole. 

 

Xander was bucking and howling, still fighting for everything he was worth. Spike just laughed and unzipped his jeans, baring his cock and getting ready for a wild ride. He slid his legs back, hooking around Xander’s and spreading him wide before he positioned himself at Xander’s entrance and leaned over to sink his fangs into that tempting neck.

 

He’d just gotten his first gulp of blood, his cock had just pushed through that first tight ring, when he heard a cry. For the first time, Xander stilled. Then he whimpered. Spike held himself still as well. What the fuck was that?