Angel found the strength to ease his fangs from Xander's neck and lath the puncture wounds, coating them with his saliva to stanch the flow of blood. Xander licked and kissed his vampire's healed wrist, before allowing Angel to withdraw. A bit more energy separated them, and then they were pressing together. Soft, lazy purrs replaced the violent symphony of desire and lust. Eyes drifted shut and they wafted along the after-shocks of utter satiation; waiting for the sun to set.

*****

8:45 A.M.

The alarm blared to life. A voice groaned, "I don't wanna," and a slim hand shout out to bonk the snooze button.

~Damn!~

Buffy sat up and looked over at the smashed alarm clock. "Oh well," she shrugged and bounced out of the bed. She crossed the room and grabbed the Hello Kitty trash can from the corner and returned to the nightstand beside the bed. With one smooth move, Buffy swept the debris into the pink and white container. Returning the trash can to the corner the blonde super-hero opened her closet and grinned up at the crowded shelves. She reached in and grabbed another Hello Kitty alarm clock, wound it up, and placed the new clock on the night stand next to the bed. She grinned and bumped the door closed, with her hip, on the dozens and dozens of pink and white clocks waiting patiently in the closet for their chance to come out.

Buffy was feeling supremely chipper this morning, better than she had in a while, come to think of it. She ticked off her "things to do list" as she showered - shower, wash hair, brush teeth, get dressed, have cereal, "Special K, thank you very much," and then call Willow so the two of them could go and look for Xander.

She frowned at the thought of her missing friend. Xander hadn't been home, not since his departure to meet with Angel and collect the crystals from him. His parents claimed to not have seen him, the little bastard. Of course, Buffy didn't believe Mr. Harris, the lecherous drunk, and besides, Giles swore that the guy she saw with her Angel had absolutely been Xander. Somebody was lying to her and the blonde slayer didn't like that. Nope, not one bit.

Knowing how much Xander hated her Angel, and how much Angel disliked Xander, Buffy couldn't believe that he hadn't dumped Xander off home the first opportunity he got. You know she just refused to remember that it had been Angel who noticed that Xander was missing in the first place. She even refused to entertain the concept that it had been Angel who'd gone searching when Xander didn't show up. It almost went without saying that if it hadn't been for Willow's pestering her, Buffy would have never noticed that Xander hadn't returned to Sunnydale to begin with.

So naturally, when the Harris' told young ms. Summers that Xander wasn't home, she refused to believe the liars one single, teeny-tiny bit. Things got rather interesting during that visit. Who knew Xander's dad would turn out to be such fun? The man was a miracle worker when it came down to relieving pent up tension, stress, and energy. That was the very reason for her after-glowing, sunny disposition this morning.

~Bet he'll think twice before he ever tries *that* again.~

Mr. Harris had made the mistake of thinking Buffy was just another nobody friend, like Willow. He'd yelled and threatened Buffy with bodily harm if she didn't get the hell away from his house making all that fucking racket. On the whole, Buffy, the slayer, would never consider hurting another *human*. Gee, wasn't it awfully nice of Mr. Harris to decide to be a pig? She had really enjoyed kicking his ass for trying to keep her from finding her friend Xander. Buffy had had so much fun, that she went home and ate almost everything in the fridge before passing out from the excitement. It should also be noted that once she started beating on Mr. Harris, Buffy never once gave another thought towards her missing friend, who still had to be in the company of her schizophrenic ex-boyfriend.

*****

Where the hell could they be? They weren't at Xander's; that was the first place Buffy and Willow checked. They weren't at the mansion or at Angel's old apartment, either. There was no sign of Angel's car at either place, and no sign of the guys either. Giles didn't know. He only knew that Xander had returned to Sunnydale in the company of Angel. They had delivered the needed crystals and gone on their way. Angel hadn't said much, not where he was staying or for how long. Xander had said even less, and naturally, Giles would have expected him to go home. At least that's what he told Buffy and Willow. It got rid of them, and that's what was important.

Next they tried Spike. Spike hadn't even been aware that his grand-sire was in town. So he said. In a flash of astounding recall, Buffy remembered that sire and childe were supposed to be able to sense each other's presence or something like that. Hadn't that been the case when Spike had first arrived in Sunnydale? Angel had sensed his presence?

"Well, slayer, that would be the case if the soddin poof were me sire, which he ain't."

The girls continued their search and Spike started one of his own. Damn if he hadn't felt Angelus near and Red and the slayer had just confirmed it. But if that were the case, then why couldn't he feel his grand-sire any longer? Why had he only felt his presence for the briefest moment, a short enough span of time to make him discount the feeling altogether?

No matter, Spike knew how Angelus thought, and if he wasn't where his precious little Buffy could find him, then there was a reason and Spike was going to find out. Not at the mansion, the apartment, or the Harris home. Not that Spike would have expected there to be any Harris' left outside of Xander, if they had gone there. Angelus had just as much reason to hate the boy's parents as both Xander and Spike. Spike didn't doubt for one second that Angelus had the boy with him. He had claimed Xander the first time he laid eyes on the boy. Spike didn't understand it; there was something about that boy that just fucked with people. Hell, he even managed to enthrall Dru, his Dark Princess. Drusilla was titillated with the Dark Kitten, said the stars sang such pretty songs about him and Daddy. Even Miss Edith was enamored of the kitten.

Xander was a kitten alright, a Dark Kitten, Sex Kitten; a Divinely Dark Sex Kitten. The only thing that had kept Spike away from Xander had been the one and only warning Angelus had given. "The boy is MINE. No one had better *EVER* even think about touching what's mine." Spike liked living his un-life way too much to cross his grand-sire, no matter what personae he was showing to the world, Angel or Angelus; they were the same and the sooner people realized that, well then. Just the sooner.

So, if Peaches wasn't anyplace he was expected to be, then Spike had a pretty good idea of where he actually might be, Demon-town.

*****

"Here, kitty, kitty," he called softly while slipping into the alley. Eyes searching as he moved from shadow to shadow, a rustle of sound from between two trash cans and he was gliding toward them. A swift movement at the corner of his eye and his head snapped around, just in time to catch a flicker of a black leather and bare flesh.

"Damn," he growled under his breath as he turned to give chase. Tracking his prey into the nearby park, he grinned as he closed on the empty playground.

"Here, Kitty. Where's the dark kitten hiding, hmmm?" there was a lulling, purr-like quality to the softly crooning voice. Hints of excitement vibrating under the surface. Ears pricking up at the soft hiss of indrawn breath, a disturbance on the air currents. Eyes flashing gold, body lunging into the foliage. "Gotcha!"

And the hunter pressed his prey down into the soft earth. The Dark Kitten struggled futilely, bucking and clawing in an effort to escape. Cool lips brushing over warm skin, nuzzling an arched neck; causing shivers and growls. Fangs piercing skin and the kitten calmed down, purring against its captor as the blood flowed freely.

Heated moans as the two bodies moved against each other, straining for the contact of flesh through the barrier of linen, silk, and leather.

*****

Spike trailed behind the pair, the hunter and the prey, Puppy and his Kitten. It was mind boggling to watch the two of them together, the way Angel was acting towards Xander; there was something decidedly familiar. How could Angel appear so happy without having lost that soul? Whatever it was, it remained elusive, a bare hint rippling underneath the simmer of raw lust.

Looking at Xander, the way he moved, so sensuous and slightly feral with grace, it all came together in the image of a cat in heat. Spike wished he could get a better view of the boy's beautiful face, not that he was complaining with the current view, mind you. The poetry of Xander's body, flowing and flexing beneath all that painted on camouflage of black leather, was breath taking. Not that Spike had breath, or needed to breathe, but he did like to pant it up over a nice piece of trade. The question here was, what would he trade with his grand-sire for a chance to taste the nummy-treat?

After another look at Xander's "come dick me down daddy!" tight little ass, and *TRUST*, it wasn't hard to make out the dimples in those bite-able mounds of Xander-cake, not with the way those low-riding, leather pants fit just *so* perfectly - Xander may as well have been nekkid!

"Bloody hell," Spike moaned. His dick ached and drooled as he hobbled along behind the pair; reduced to this ungainly shadow stalking because the sight of the leather pants seam riding up between Xander's ass-cheeks was almost more than he could take. He watched the hunter pounce on its prey and drive it down into the soft earth. He watched them struggle briefly, and then the prey yielded to the hunter. Spike watched the larger, paler, figure spread itself out over that of the slimmer one and the prey bared its neck in submission. The sweet smell of blood wafting through the night air wrapping tightly around three cocks.

The hunter wormed its way between the kitten's leather clad thighs, helping them to clamp tightly against his linen clad flanks. Pale hands sliding over smooth black leather, the bare skin of an olive-tanned torso under an open vest of leather.

His balls squirmed in the tight confines of his crotch, creating a noticeable bulge in the black denim as he spied the silver hoops piercing the dusky nipples being sucked and tugged by blunt white teeth. The kitten arched up from the ground, body following the insistent tug. Unable to resist, Spike undid the buttons of his fly and pulled out his slippery shaft. He began to fist himself, right there behind the tree where he'd barely managed to duck out of sight.

Spike leaned back against the rough bark of the large tree, feeling it dig into the sensitive places along his spine as he used both hands to work his joy-stick.

And that's exactly how he did it too. Wrapping his slim, cool hands around his leaking shaft, like he was holding a golf club. His grip securely in place, Spike began to *throttle* himself; twisting his hands back and forth around his cock as if it were the throttle on a jet scooter. Streamers of clear, sticky fluid spun from the pale pink mushroom head, which was just visible as it peeked above his loving grip. Holding himself tightly now, Spike worked his hips intensely, groaning and gasping in pleasure as he finally found release. He was so weak he sank to his knees and stared at the spatters of coldly glittering vampire spunk staining his hand and the ground around him.

"Grrrrr, fuck, fuck, bloody hellacious fuck!"

The hunter and prey froze. Two pair of eyes locked on the dark blue of the pale blonde's; one dark the other gold, both full of lust. It was just down right sticky-wicked, hot-n-hunky, and mouth watering. Spike remained frozen to the spot as the two dark haired figures rose and made their way towards his kneeling form. Oh this was a fantasy cum true, and yeah, cum, truly, and not just come. He was finally gonna get to be the cr�me filling in the middle of a chocolate frosted Angel-Xander-cake. He had a mental flash of a Twinkie - Xander all golden-skinned and naked; Angel, skin like desert sand at dusk, both with dark hair. And him, Spike, all sweet creamy filling sandwiched between the two.

*****

Charles Gunn brought up the rear as he followed Wesley in their exploration of the abandoned dwelling. So far they had found no sign of habitation, but the two remained extremely alert. Angel had said something dangerous had been after he and Xander that night. The fact that Angel had run for cover spoke whole volumes, both Wes and Gunn knew from personal experience that their vampiric employer was afraid of very little. In fact, he was the kind of guy who fought first and only ran if there was no other option, so it must have been that type of situation. Something stronger than a vampire, scary thought.

They examined the cave where Angel and Xander had taken shelter but found nothing beyond the burned out torch Angel had used to light their way through the dank and gloomy darkness. The cottage, it that's what it really was, seemed to have been left in exactly the same state from that fateful night - the pantry was a wreck and the furnishing in the kitchen and been overturned, proving that Angel and Xander had passed this way during their escape. You could always tell when Angel made a fast retreat from or through some place; it always looked as if a hurricane had torn through the premises.

Continuing to move with the utmost caution, the two ventured further into the building and located the secret passage that led down to the basement area. Here they discovered the holding cells, some of which revealed signs of recent residents while others looked as if they had not been used in a long time.

Here also, were obvious signs that Angel had moved through the area in what must have been a towering rage. The air was overly fragrant with the smell of death and decomposing bodies fouling the closed quarters. One cell stood open and most of the carnage seemed to be focused in the immediate area.

Gingerly stepping over the dark, red-brown, stain and bodies on the stone floor, Wes and Gunn entered the open cell where Xander had been held prisoner. They looked around, not finding much, and were about to leave when Gunn spied the glitter of broken glass shards in the beam of his flashlight. Before Wes could open his mouth, Gunn had moved to collect what must be the shards of the shattered amulet; the one that had released whatever it was that had made Angel turn tail and run. Wes produced a plastic baggie, which he held open for the shards that Gunn carefully picked up and dropped in.

"Aw man, fuck," Gunn cursed as the last shard pricked his skin before he could drop it into the plastic bag. Unnoticed by either man, the small smear of blood was transferred to Wes' fingers when they made contact and the last piece of shattered amulet joined the rest. They were so intent on collecting as much of the shattered amulet as possible, that neither man noticed the thin, smoke-hazy distortion in the air. It had followed them from the cave and into the basement and was now slithering out from the shadows to curl around the two departing figures. It vanished completely as they left the building for the bright sunshine of the day and made their way back toward Wes' S.U.V. Both men were overly fidgety and keep stealing glances at each other as they made their way back to the Hyperion hotel with the intent to try and research their findings.

*****

Spike continued to be dazed by the ferocity of his orgasm. He wasn't able to do more than lift his eyes in order to track the movement the two figures made as they circled him. He could smell them on the air as they approached. He would always recognize those scents, know them anywhere, and that was even before they had changed. Xander always smelled of sex and sticky sweetness, the kind you could just never get enough of and make yourself sick eating. Angel had always smelled like Irish whiskey, or was that how he tasted? No matter; Spike new their flavors, but this, this went beyond anything he'd experienced before. Oh yeah, the kitten was definitely in *heat*. Not surprisingly strange for the Hellmouth variety of strangeness, Puppy fell into heat behind the dark kitten. They both reeked of raw, unadulterated down in the gutter get nasty all up in it lusty sex. And Spike wanted some. Knew, just *knew* he was about to get some too.

From the shadow of his lashes, Spike watched Xander move to squat down and sniff the air. He insinuated himself closer; close enough to reach out and touch the dazed blonde, and he did. Xander reached out and swiped his fingers across Spike's cum-slick groin. Two pair of eyes flashed as they tracked the movement - possessive gold and hungry yellow. They watched those warm fingers vanish between parted, pink lips - still slightly pout-swollen from Angel's earlier attentions.

"Mmmm," Xander moaned as the flavors within Spike's cum burst across his taste buds. His dark eyes widened, became darker, drug-glazed. Tremors raced through the sinewy muscles, doing incredibly wicked things to the minds of his avidly watching partners. Xander arched; his actions like those of a cat introduced to catnip for the first time. "Oohh, catnip deliciousness," and he pounced.

Or at least Xander tried. Angel caught him around the waist and pulled him back, his groin pressing nicely into Xander's leather sheathed ass. The kitten purred, the puppy growled, the vampire panted. Then Angelus was sucking on Xander's tongue.

"Hmmm, you're right, yummy," Angel purred. Xander undulated against him. Angel slid his hands down to Xander's ass and fondled. Spike's dick jerked in response, rising back to full hardness. Angelus smirked. "You like that, don't you boy?" he purred as he pressed his finger between Xander's ass-cheeks, rubbing the sublime leather against the boy's pucker. Xander squirmed lewdly. "My finger trying to get inta that tight ass," all innocent grin topped off with puppy-dog eyes.

Spike groaned and reached for his cock.

"More," Xander mewled. Angelus growled dangerously. "Kitten wants more catnip," Xander purred, literally. "Please, Puppy?"

And how could he resist his dark kitten, his sex-kitten, anything? He'd given the boy Giles when he'd asked so sweetly, who was he to deny his baby Spike? If Xander wanted Spike's *catnip*, Angelus was gonna make sure he got it.

"Share?" he crooned as he nuzzled Xander's neck.

"Yesss," Xander hissed as he pressed his bite mark against Angel's questing tongue and lips.

"Okay, as long you share, Kitten," Angel agreed and then they shared a deep and promising kiss before moving in on a still kneeling Spike. "You didn't answer my question... Will," Angel smirked.

"W-wot?" Spike was trying really hard to pull his mind together. It wasn't easy. Xander wanted him?

~Me? Spike!? Xander wants my cum!? Oh HOT damn!~

"Maybe Spikey thought you were talking to me," Xander supplied, "but I liked it, your finger. Want more, want dick. Yours." In answer, Angel began to help Xander out of his pants.

"Oohh, Puppy's gonna get the kitten... once I'm all full of catnip," Xander smirked as they reached for Spike.

*****

Spike rocked back and forth between them, Angel pressed against his side, standing just close enough for Xander to tip his head and swipe Angel's drooling cock in between his attentions to Spike's. "Ohh, yes, oohhh yes," Spike moaned, cupping Angel's ass and helping him hump against his body. Spike spread his legs as far as the pants around his ankles would allow and Xander continued to slurp his tongue up and down Spike's shaft.

"Mouth is so hot. Ohh, this ass, I love this ass," Spike panted into Angel's mouth just before his tongue was licked and sucked past his parted lips. Angel's head tilted from side to side as he lapped at Spike's tongue, his large hand sliding up and down the length of the blonde's back before settling on his pale, round little ass and squeezing firmly. A finger slipped into the valley of his ass-crack, sliding up and down before centering on his tight little pucker. Angel dug into Spike with a slow and steady ease, all the while sliding his cock against the smaller man and toying with his peaked nipples. Angel's up and down movements centered in the knee as he rode up and down the length of Spike's flanks.

"Ya like that, huh?" Angel purred

"Oh yea," Spike panted back.

"My long finger, all up in your pretty little ass, Spike? You want it?"

"Oh, yeah, want it, want it bad," gritted between clenched teeth, "Unngh, feels good."

"Suck his cock, Xan, yeah, that's it," Angel encouraged.

"Suck my cock; play in my ass, oh yeah, so bloody good."

"Ohh, ummm," Xander murmured.

"I'll play in your ass, alright," Angelus promised as they maneuvered Spike into position on hands and knees. Angel knelt at his head and Spike quickly unfastened his pants and grasped his cock. "Oh, damn, that feels good," Angel moaned. "Suck that cock," he crooned and he watched Xander kneel behind Spike and grasp his ass.

Spike's hip flexed, rocking back and forth as Xander rubbed and pressed his flesh, tonguing a wet trail up and down the exposed valley, lingering over his pucker. Spike flexed back and forth between them, his nose buried in the curly silk of Angel's dick-hair and his own cock being swallowed, repeatedly, by a greedy Xander, from behind. Life sure is sweet, innit? He didn't even have to open his mouth - wait, yeh he did; he just didn't have to say anything to get what he wanted. They were gonna give Spike some whether he asked for it or not. Yep, life, or un-life, was truly prime.

Spike felt his cock being grasped and angled between his legs, mashing his balls up and to the side and Xander attacked them with his hot, wet, tongue before moving to suck on the head of Spike's drooling cock, all the while humming in pleasure.

"Lets get these clothes off," Angel demanded and freed Spike so he could help Xander to his feet. Spike was completely naked now; Xander was only wearing the leather vest and his shiny nipple rings; Angel only had on his socks and the black, silk shirt, the hem just brushing the bottom of his muscular ass of perfection. He wanted Xander's hot hands on his ass, but his boy was busy kneeling behind Spike, playing with *his* ass while sucking on his cock.

"Lick his ass, I wanna see you lick his ass," Angel crooned and licked his lips as he watched Xander's tongue slither across Spike's pale skin. Their eyes met and locked while Xander dug the tip of his tongue into Spike pink rosette. Spike growled and groaned around Angel's huge cock as it stroked his throat.

"You like that warm tongue in your ass?"

"Oh yeah," Spike moaned as Xander tongue-fucked him. Spike had his pretty, pink, lips puckered in a perfect 'O' and his head bobbed up, down, and around in circles as Angel fucked his mouth with leisurely strokes.

"Eat my dick," Angel coaxed. Xander continued to lick, nuzzle, and bite Spike's trembling ass-cheeks while stroking the vampire's downward angled cock. He wormed a finger into the tiny opening while licking the crinkled flesh with wide swipes of his tongue. "You like him licking your ass?" Angel demanded.

"Hmmm," Spike grunted. He released Angel's shaft long enough to mutter, "Oh play with my ass, Pet. Get me ready for this monster dick," and then he was once again deep throating Angel.

"Why don't you come over here and show me your ass, Kitten," Angelus suggested and Xander quickly moved so that he knelt on the grass next to Spike, his head facing the Vampire's flexing ass. Angel reached out and stroked Xander's ass possessively, watching as his boy went back to fingering Spike while sucking on his cock again.

Xander squirmed for the thick, cool, finger trailing over his shaved hole. He made soft mewls and whimpers around Spike's shaft as he tried to impale himself on Angel's middle finger. Angel didn't tease him. He quickly swabbed his finger in Xander's pre-cum and then worked it into his needy pucker. Xander moaned and fingered Spike harder, adding another finger. Angel cork-screwed his finger in and out of Xander's clenching ass-hole, enjoying the way his boy's body arched up and followed where-ever the finger led. Spike fought not to morph into game-face when Xander hit his prostate. Sheer ecstasy raced through him as Xander focused his attentions on the head of his prick and his ultra-sensitive nerve-nodule.

Both Xander and Spike moaned in protest when Angel pulled them all apart. Angel gripped Spike's jaw and silenced his protest with a devouring kiss, "Shush," Angel growled before turning to kiss Xander. Their kiss was more gentle, consuming, and it made Spike burn hotter to watch them; their dark beauty coming together like flame.

Spike lost control of his body as they focused on him again. He was weak to do anything but respond as they turned him around, his back to Angel's broad chest and Xander facing them both. Xander finally allowed him to taste his vibrating cock and Spike lost himself in the taste. Angel bit into his fingers and squeezed a steady dribble of blood down the crack of Spike's ass. Brought the red smeared digits back to his mouth to worry the wound wider so the blood would continue to flow.

Spike let out muffled whimpers as he felt Angel's bloody fingers press into him and scissor back and forth several times before being gently tugged out. His back arched into the steady pull on his muscle-ring as Angel continued to stretch his asshole in preparation. "Oh yeah, give it to me, let me have it, oohhh bloody hell," Spike gasped out, releasing Xander's delicious dick before his features slid into his true-face.

Angel worked his cock into Spike's cool grip, re-familiarizing himself with Spike's tunnel as the inner-walls stroked against his dick. "You always were such a snug fit, Wil," Angelus groaned as he sank in to the hilt.

Once fully impaled on the iron-hard shaft, Spike was pulled back into Angel's lap and Xander attacked his cock again. He rocked back and forth in the tight space between them, fucking Xander's mouth and Angel's cock. Xander bobbed up and down, slurping loudly and Angel rolled his hips in tightly controlled thrust. His deep strokes forcing Spike up and deeper into Xander's throat.

Xander spread his legs and worked his finger in and out of his asshole until it was slick and loosened with need. He dug his finger in deeply and pressed upward; lifting his ass in the air as he sucked hungrily on Spike's twitching cock. Spike moaned as Angel toyed with his sensitive nipples, rolling and twisting them gently between his cool fingers while he pistoned his shaft into Spike's hole. He was drowning in the strong scents of moist, hot sex as Angel stroked in and out of his spasming ass and Xander gave him incredible head. Angel slammed into him fiercely, slapping their balls together with a loud, lascivious smack and Spike growled and hissed, gnashing his fangs on the night air.

Angel was melting in frosty coldness as his cock was engulfed by Spike's, familiar, virgin-tight asshole. He lowered his head to Spike's neck and the younger vampire bared his throat in submissive need. Angle latched on, tonguing and kissing roughly at the hyper-sensitive erogenous zone. Spike strained back and forth where he knelt between Angel and Xander, floating in a cloud of hazy fuck-lust. It spiraled higher and higher. Climax was just right, right there and then he was spiraling out in bliss as Angelus gently sank his fangs into Spike's neck and drank. Spike arched up against Angel's mouth, down into his lap and around into Xander's incredibly hot suction.

The night spun as Spike felt his cum burst forth. Xander was literally purring in satisfaction as he swallowed the fluid as fast as it came. Angel growled deep in his chest, his hands snaking out to tug at Xander's nipple-rings. His golden gaze was locked on his dark kitten in the throes of his orgasm, tanned ass swiveling on three fingers, throat working and he was purring! *Purring*! Angel(us) and never heard his dark kitten truly purr and now he couldn't wait to get Xander back to their hotel and washed of Spike's scent - then he planed to make his Xander-kitty purr until they were both all purred out.

Angel's thoughts fused together with his own eruption, then. His cock stretching Spike's pucker even more as it swelled with imminent ejaculation. The combination of his grand-childe's divine blood and tight little ass, along with Xander's scrumptious sweetness as he came, sent Angel over the edge and he raised his head and howled out as his cold cum coated Spike's quaking tunnel.

With quick but gentle movements Angel eased a dazed and extremely well-fucked Spike out of his lap and off his wilting erection. Xander was already pulling on the rest of his clothes; his movements once again vibrating from the fresh infusion of *catnip*. His luminous gaze fixed on his vampire and the kitten licked his whiskers. The puppy growled and scrambled for his clothing. The fucked out vampire lay in the foliage, naked and oblivious.

"Xander, c'mere, kitten," Angelus crooned as his boy backed away with mischievousness sparkling in his hazel-brown eyes. Angel could smell him, vibrating on the air, flooding his immediate radius with the call of sex and dark, heady, lust. "Share," he growled.

"Catch me first," Xander purred. The game continued. The kitten dashed off into the night. The hunter rose to the challenge. Puppy spared a look at their latest toy, snickered out a growl and dashed off after his beautiful, dark kitten.

:{'Oh this is gonna be so fun.]:

:{'Ain't that the truth, soul-boy, ain't that the truth.'}: Angelus agreed.

*****

Buffy had phoned Riley earlier, to ask him to help with keeping an eye out for either Xander or Angel. Not really all that fond of his girl-friend's ex or the goofy, but disturbingly sexy (?) male slayerette. ~Did I just think sexy and Xander in the same thought?~ Riley had agreed, somewhat reluctantly, but he agreed.

It had been just his luck to have spotted the two in question fairly soon after sunset. He had been strolling down the main street when he spied Angel and Xander coming out of a diner. Knowing all he thought he ever needed to know about vampires, Riley guessed they had gone there so Xander could eat. What he didn't understand was *why* the two were *together* at all. Come one now, every one knew Xander hated Angel and Angel didn't particularly enjoy Xander's company.

Riley had followed them out of curiosity at first, just to see what they were up to. He noticed how close to each other they were - or actually how close Angel was to Xander - it reminded him of the way Buffy had said Angel had been around them when he had secretly been Angelus. Riley started to get worried and started searching for his cell phone. He cursed when he didn't find it right away and looked up for Xander and Angel but there was no sign of them.

Riley began searching in earnest then. He patrolled the main street and every alley until he stumbled across the two inside of the store that sold leather clothing.

~Xander in leather? No way. Oh *way*, I mean *look* at him. Holy shit! Never seen leather *take* to anybody like *that*! Ohh nice choice, black pants that fit like *fuck me, fuck me* and a sleeveless, black leather vest with no buttons. And that body! Boy am I glad Buffy's not here, and that *I* found Xander now I just have to figure out how to get him away from Angel. Please don't let it be possible that anyone can actually *hear* me thinking this I can't *believe* I'm thinking *this*~

There was a public pay phone on the corner and Riley shifted his erection to a more comfortable position and raced toward it, with the intention of calling the Scoobies and letting them know he'd found the lost two-some. Hey, he was one of the good-guys right? Then why how come when he was only half-way to the corner, Riley heard laughter behind him at the same time he remembered he wasn't really a dumb blonde and that he'd liked the way Xander looked when he'd arched into Angel's possessive touch when the vampire had helped him into the vest. He spun around to see the now leather clad Xander being swept away from the scene by a laughing Angel.

~Damn that Angel!~

That had been when he'd lost them. It was just his luck to now be passing near the park when he heard the awful howl tearing through the night. The sound made Riley's skin crawl and his stomach do little flip-flops that tried to steal his breath away. Then he saw Xander dart out from some bushes and take off deeper into the park. He started running when moments later, Angel came barreling out of the same batch of bushes and gave chase.

Riley was so intent on catching Angel before the vampire caught Xander, he didn't see Spike crawling out of that same thatch of bushes while struggling into his clothes and grinning like a demented Cheshire cat coming down from a rich cream and canary dream high.

*****