Every Breath You Take - The Police
Every breath you take
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you
Oh can't you see
You belong to me
I'll be watching you
----------------------------------------------------
The rush of entering the cemetery with Angel and Spike at his side floods Xander's system with adrenaline. No words are spoken as they make their way through the maze of headstones towards the rest of the Scoobies.
His mind is racing 'This is so cool. I bet we look just like Reservoir Dogs! Okay, maybe we're missing a person, but still, I bet we look bad to the bone! Okay, even in my mind I'm being a doofus.'
Angel's voice breaks the silence. "Xander, I want you to be particularly careful tonight. I want you to guard your perimeter. Everything we've taught you up until now needs to be second nature. You need to keep yourself focused, and never drop your guard. Remember to use the Front Snap Kick. Be sure to keep your fists tight, and your toes turned upward to prevent damage to your foot." Xander nods his head, and tries to gather his focus.
Spike nudges him, and continues with the lecture. "An' snap the kick out directly in front of the arsehole, keep yer other leg a lil' bent for balance, an' be sure to thrust with the hips for speed an' power."
"'Kay guys." Xander nods again.
"He's actually pretty good at the Side Kick. But I'm concerned he hasn't perfected it yet." Angel adds.
"Alright, Cherry, if you decide to use the Side Kick, remember to lift your kickin' leg as high as possible in front of yer body, REMEMBER to turn your toes in for protection. No matter how many times I tell you that, yer always stickin' 'em out like some bleedin' nonce. Yer gonna remember tonight, right?"
"Y-yes. I'm gonna kick some major demon baddie arse." Xander laughs at his mingling of Spike-talk with his own.
"Oh, you lil bugger! Now listen. thrust directly forward, an' be sure to lock the leg for the full power to the heel. You can use it with the Front Snap-High, but that kick requires a lot of flexibility and balance if yer to get any power out 'o it. It's effective for the face, throat an' chin."
"Roger." Xander adds with a mocking salute.
"Listen to us, Xander. William and I will always have our eye on you, but there may be times that we're not able to respond quick enough to reach you, should there be any. imminent danger. If there is a time like that, I want you to use one of two options, the Front Snap to the throat, which will result in - well, if it's against a vampire, will result in stunning it long enough for you to run. Or. just run. Don't bother getting into the mix, just bolt your ass to wherever we are."
"Did you just say 'Ass' Angel?" Xander muses.
"I said it, and I meant it, Childe. You move your ASS over to us if there is anything you don't think you can deal with. Are we understood?"
"Yes Sir!" Xander jokes.
"Right then, Pet. So if yer feelin' overwhelmed, we got ya covered." Spike stops walking and purposely halts Xander's progress, pulling his chin to face him "If anyone hurts you, they'll have US to deal with." It is said with such ferocity, the gold in his eyes flashed behind the blue, and Xander feels. protected.
The rest of the walk is in silence; occasionally hands brush against one another, lingering with a slight caress, and then drift away again.
As they approach the Scoobies, Buffy is carrying on her usual pre-fight chatter. "Giles. I don't know why you always insist that I 'don't pull any heroics'; I'm the Slayer, for God's sake! Oh. Hi Angel. Spike. Xander?"
"Hey Buffster!" Xander chimes in.
"Slayer." Angel acknowledges, Buffy wincing slightly at the formality.
"'Allo, pet." Spike offers, as he approaches her, leaning down and placing a small kiss on her forehead.
Angel's eyebrows shoot up at the uncharacteristic display of affection. He had all but forgotten the scene he had witnessed upon his return to Sunnydale. It was obvious the two had shared a great deal, but with all the strangeness of the current situation, they hadn't been in each others company long enough to sort things out. He settles on being happy that his William had been there for Buffy when she needed him, but there was to be NO question that William was his. Angel moves in protectively towards Spike, pulling his arm around his shoulder, Spike looks up at him, acknowledging the unspoken declaration.
"Good to see you again, Spi. er. Will?" Buffy stumbles.
"S'okay, luv. You can call me Spike."
"How about. Dead Boy Jr.?" Buffy teases, breaking the icy cold tension of the meeting.
"HEY!" Xander protests "That's MY line!!"
"Yeah, okay. so sue me!" Buffy's cheery taunts don't go unnoticed by Angel. He misses the ease with which the group interacted. So much complication, pain and sorrow had filled the past few months; the lightness is a welcome intrusion.
Angel pulls her aside, leaning in "Buffy, a lot. well, you know a lot has changed. I just want to say. you have my loyalty. You have my protection. What happened between us isn't forgotten. It never will be."
Buffy offers a sweet smile, her blonde hair falling in delicate wisps around her face. "I know Angel. I'm glad you're back. I'm glad you're happy. I just wish we could have been happy."
Angel, pulls her into a strong embrace "I'll always love you, girl. Be careful tonight, I'll be watching over you. But can you do me one favor?"
Buffy, reveling in the strong arms that once held only her. "Anything." she whispers into his chest.
"Keep your eye on Xander. If we can't be there to cover for him, I need to know that you will."
Misunderstanding his meaning, Buffy questions "Why? Did the training not go well? Is he not prepared for this? Giles said you were both impressed with his progress!"
"He's doing very well with the training. But you and I both know that he is 'only' human. This makes him vulnerable. I'm just asking that you keep him in your sight, and if there's trouble, you'll be there."
"That goes without saying, Angel."
"Good. I just needed to hear it. Thank you, Buffy." With that, Angel drops his arms, and returns to the group with Buffy at his side. Spike gives him a knowing smile, and Xander grins from ear to ear.
"Witches!!!!" Spike cries out, as he half-runs to greet the redhead and the blonde. Scooping Willow into his arms, he plants a kiss on the side of her cheek "How are ya Red!!! 'Aven't seen you since. Since I got me' fangs back! Wanted to thank you, proper like."
Willow giggles and wraps her arms around the blonde demon "Spike!! So you know! I'm so happy for both of you, really I am!" Willow continues squeezing as Tara stands by with glittering blue eyes, obviously enjoying the scene. "Red. I'm . forever in your debt."
"We both are," Adds Angel, who has appeared right beside them.
"Oh Goddess, you guys are gonna make me cry." Willow pleads, as Angel bends down and kisses the side of her cheek.
"Uhm. anyone wanna tell me what this is all about, or should I just not ask?" Buffy questions.
"Oh. it's just." Willow stammers.
"We'll talk about it later, Buffy. Because right now, looks like we have company." Angel's voice trails off as the group looks toward the approaching mob of Vampires.
"Er. everyone be on your guard. Stay in sight, and we move as a unit. Ready?" Giles finishes.
"Am I bloody ready??!! LET'S GO CHILDREN, IT'S TIME FOR A WICKED GO 'ROUND!" Spike howls out as he rushes towards the demons.
Everything is happening quickly now, Buffy moves in with the ease and grace of a practiced warrior. Angel stalks towards a pair that has broken off from the pack, and makes quick work of them with two well placed stakes. Spike, though.
Spike is in rare form. Particularly brutal assaults. The fledges never see him coming, as the Master in him bursts forth and viciously tears into them, basking in the bloodletting.
The witches are summoning their strength with chants, causing a violent wind to blow through the swarm of skirmish, knocking several minions into tree limbs, and resulting in a cyclone of powder billowing around them.
"Watcher!! DUCK!" Spike yells out, as Giles hits the ground and a stake flies over him, affixing itself firmly in the chest of a menacing blond vamp, and quickly falling, along with the ashes, to the grass below.
"Er. Thanks, then." Giles manages, as he rises again, and heads towards the melee.
"WILLIAM!" Angel calls out, "Where's Xander?!"
Spike's borrowed blood runs cold as he spots an exceptionally large Master approaching the youth. Xander has been holding his own with the fledges, but there is no doubt that he will quickly be taken down when confronted with a Master. "Sire - Move yer arse!!! Boy's found trouble!"
Angel and Spike immediately pair up, two skilled predators stalking forebodingly towards the back of the Master, who just happens to be having a little chat up with their boy. The majority of the fledges have been dusted, the rest are scattered off into the night, running in fear. The sight of the pair stalking their prey like two blood-hungry panthers sends chills down the spines of the four pairs of eyes watching in utter shock. They have never seen these two moving in sync together like this. It is an awesome and entirely eerie sight. Their moves mirror one another, shoulders back, heads tilted slightly forward, full gameface with glowing yellow eyes. No sounds, they are silent as death.
"You're marked, boy. Not by one, but by two. You're human, and that's clear. So what are you, then? Some sort of walking buffet? Mind if I take a little nibble?" The Master ridicules.
"Nibble on this, asshole!" Xander cries out as he lifts his kicking leg as high as possible to the front of the Master, curling his toes inward for protection, just like he was instructed. The Master lets out a mocking chuckle, grabbing the foot, twisting sharply and spinning Xander to the ground.
"Careful, Pet. S'not a fledge there. 'At's a Master. A soon to be short lived Master, if you ask my view on things." Spike growls out. The tone isn't one any of them have heard before, commanding and blood chilling. Any of them, that is. except Angel. Angel's demeanor changes as he squares his shoulders with pride.
"Now now, I'll save some for you. Far be it from me to show greed in the face of two Masters." The large demon falsely placates.
"Two Masters." Angel chuckles chillingly "Well, being the proper Masters that we are, allow me to accurately introduce ourselves." An aristocratic gesture with his hand indicates the Master to turn his gaze to Spike. "This, My Childe, Blood of my Blood, Descendant of the Order of Aureleus, presented to the Court before The Master Himself, this would be William the Bloody, right hand of the Angel of Death. Oh yes. and I would be. Angelus, The Scourge of Europe. Yes.The Angel of your death."
Four of the humans step back as the true meaning of the words sink in, four of them moving back in horror. The fifth human, however, steps forward. "Yeah, and I'm. Xander the Harris. Which really doesn't scare you, so I'll just shut up."
"S'right, 'ats our consort. An' you just made the biggest mistake of your entire un-life." Spike growls.
"Keep your place, Childe." Angel commands Xander. "You watch what we do to those who threaten what is ours."
The once mocking Master has now been reduced to a trembling form in front of the two demons. As they begin circling him, Angel stops in front, his head tilting slightly, Spike steps behind the demon, slipping his arms under the shoulders of the soon-to-be dust Vampire. "Oh. so you have heard of us, then? Well let me educate you further on our bloodline. We are quite possessive of our own. And you are obviously none too bright. You haven't any idea what position you've put yourself in." An angry smile plays at the dark demons lips "MINE!!! YOU DARE THREATEN WHAT'S MINE!!!" Angel thunders in his face as Spike hitches his arms up and grasps his wrists together.
"Tsk, tsk - now you've made the Scourge of Europe very angry." Spike hisses out, "Wouldn't want to be in yer boots about now."
Angel pulls a knife from his duster and with blinding speed slices a gash from stem to sternum, "NOOO!" The helpless vampire cries out, as Angel plunges his hand into the opening, yanking out a gory dripping loop of intestines.
"MINE!!!!" He howls. "HE BELONGS TO ME!" Spike releases the quickly ebbing form of the demon and begins rapidly kicking into the open wound, stomping his foot down and spraying borrowed blood around the trampled grass. Angel lays a heavy boot to the demons' head and begins stepping down hard and he hears the crunching of skull-bone crumbling under his weight. The screams are dying down, but the onslaught continues, Spike and Angel tearing and ripping at his flesh, as five humans watch in astonishment.
"Guys! Guys! He's dead! He's dead a bunch now! You can stop!" Xander babbles. The two demons turn to him, predatorily stalking up, moving their hands around his body, checking for wounds. Sandwiched between the two protective forms, Xander reaches his hand up to trace the creases of their brows, as they begin purring.
The intimate scene is interrupted by Buffy's question, "What. The. Hell. Was. That?!"
Morphing back to their human masks, Angel disregards the question and instead states "We're taking Xander home. We'll meet up with you tomorrow to discuss this."
"Uhm, kay.. but. No. not gonna happen. 'Angelus'? What the hell was that about, Angel?" Buffy insists.
"You wouldn't understand, Buffy. I'm also very tired, and I don't feel like explaining to you right now. Rest assured, Angelus is under control, and the soul is firmly in place."
"Yeah, you say that. but . what I just saw?? Um. that as pure Angelus."
"Well Buffy, sometimes you just have to draw from what you know. Now can we drop this so I can get home?" Angel's growing irritation is enough for her to allow it to be settled, for the night, that is. "Fine, you go. But we're gonna have a talk." She persists.
"Yes, we will." Angel's voice softening a bit "But not tonight. I promise we'll sort it all out for you tomorrow."
"That's good enough for now." Buffy acquiesces.
"Uhmm Guys? I just. I'm just. ThanksforhelpingXander." Willow blurts out.
Spike walks over, "Welcome, Red." As he pats her cheek, and turns to Tara. "You did good tonight, Witchypooh." Tara giggles and Spike smiles at her.
"C'mon, pet." Spike gestures to Xander "Time ta get ya patched up."
"Er.. uh.. Will you give me a moment with Xander, please." Giles interrupts.
"S'fine with me, if s'fine with 'im." Spike looks to Xander.
"Sure, no problem. You guys wait here, and we'll leave when I'm done getting my lecture." The two demons share a knowing chuckle as Xander walks away with Giles.
"Xander. where do I begin? Well, let's start with Angel.. er Angelus? Calling you Childe. Referencing you as 'Mine'. Do you fully understand what that means?" Giles looks closely at Xander's face.
"Yes, Giles. I know what it means. It means 'His', like Spike is 'His'. Yes, I'm still human, no they're not gonna turn me, and yes I'm okay with this." Xander answers all the questions he thinks Giles would be pressed to ask, hoping to expedite this little lecture.
"You know that Spike is Angel's Childe, right? You know that relationship is rather. intense."
"Yes, Giles, I'm aware."
"I feel I've been remiss in my duties as a Watcher in not explaining all of this fully to you. They referenced you as 'consort'. Is this true, Xander? Do you realize the implications of this? They are two Masters, something of which I feel all of you greatly underestimate."
"I don't even know what consort means, Giles. But are we spending time together? Yes. Have I been marked? Yes. No, before you ask, no they didn't make me, or hypnotize me, or do some freaky voodoo stuff. I asked them to. They've been good to me, Giles. Just relax. I'm tired now, can I go home?"
"Well, er. I suppose, you've covered all bases with your answers; however, I'd still like to have a more lengthy discussion on this, Xander. You'll understand if I'm not entirely comfortable with this, and I'm very concerned."
"Yes, I understand, and I'll drop by your place, and we'll talk tomorrow."
"Right. and Xander." Giles' voice trails off as he and Xander began walking back towards the group.
"Yeah?"
"Be careful." The ominous statement lingers in the air, and Xander merely nods.
Giles, Buffy, Willow and Tara watch as the three figures disappear into the shadows.
*****
Part 23:
Queer - Garbage
Hey boy, take a look at me
Let me dirty up your mind
I'll strip away your hard veneer
and see what I can find
The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
The lamest of the lame
The numbest of the dumb
I hate to see you here
You choke behind a smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer
I'll show you how it's done
You learn to love the pain you feel
Like father like son
Hide inside your head
The blindest of the blind
The deadest of the dead
You're hungry `cause you starve
While holding back the tears
Choking on your smile
I know what's good for you... you can touch me if you want I know you're dying to... you can touch me if you want but you can't stop
--------------------------------------------------
The first hour had been torture, Xander thinks. Laid gently in the bed, he'd been told to, "Wait like a good lad." while his demon lovers had gone to shower off the gore of their battle. It had been torment to listen to the sounds that had carried strongly over the sound of the water. Angel moaning his Childe's name, Spike growling in time to what must have been his lover's thrusts into him. And Xander had to listen to all this, jerking himself off almost angrily, knowing he wasn't welcome with them in that moment. Flaccid but unsated, he had gaped as the two had entered the bedroom, naked 'that's not fair' he thought. Unconcerned, they had approached him with some medical supplies, and then the real suffering began.
He is sitting on the edge of the large bed, wearing only his boxers, one dark haired man kneeling in front of him, one blonde man sitting at his side. He would rather this wasn't happening quite like this. His ankle doesn't really hurt that much, but Xander is trying to sit patiently as Angel expertly wraps it in a beige ace bandage, his hands alternately rub the boy's instep then his calf muscles.
The abrasion on his forearm isn't really that serious, but Xander is allowing Spike to carefully clean the grass and dirt out. He is meekly tolerating the two vampires caring for him, because that is so obviously what they want to be doing, which is extremely frustrating, because all Xander wants is to get fucked.
Not made love to, not cherished, and really not handled like fine china as he is right now. But well and truly fucked by the two Masters he just watched rip his vampire attacker to dusty bits on his behalf, and who are naked 'again with the unfairness of my life' and 'I'm worse than Faith' he thinks, 'only instead of getting turned on by fighting, I'm turned on by them fighting to protect me.' The power.the protectiveness.it's a heady mixture of love and ferocity that shoots straight to his groin, as evidenced by the tenting of his boxers.
Angel casts an amused eye up at Xander, "Yes? Need something, Childe?"
Barely able to control himself Xander gets the words out behind clenched teeth, "Fuck me!"
The blonde vampire is immediately behind him on the bed, arms on his shoulders, naked chest pressed to the warm skin of his back, lips at his ear, "Could you repeat that, luv? Maybe expand on that a little further for our Angel?"
Xander's eyes never leave Angel's as he relaxes into Spike's embrace, his body still radiating tension and arousal, "I want you to fuck me. Hard. I don't want you to hold back. I want to feel you so deep inside me.I want...Please, Angel!"
Entranced by the boy's obvious need, Angel moves up on the bed, sitting so he is facing the boy, placing one hand carefully on his cheek, "You don't know what you're asking, Xander.if I didn't hold back I would hurt you. You've had that from me before, and I don't think either of us liked the result."
Xander's shoulders slump, but then there is the voice of the devil on his shoulder.the blonde one, "We could give you a safe word, Pet."
Xander bursts out with an odd laugh; "Yeah.my safe word is 'more'.right?"
"No, Cherry," teeth graze his ear, "don't think that'd help.how 'bout 'sunrise'? That always puts a damper on fun things."
Xander closes his eyes and smiles, "Sunrise.yeah."
Instantly, the mouth moves away from his ear, and Spike is sitting on the edge of the bed. Brown eyes snap open, "No! No - I uhm.was just making sure I had it right. Pretend I didn't say the "S" word! You don't have to stop! Please, Spike?"
The blonde demon has been grinning at him the entire time, "I know, Pet.but ya need ta know.that you're 'safe', and you can stop this any", lips are back at the human's ear, "old", blunt teeth now nipping over the mark on his shoulder, "time", rough suckling on the sensitive scar, "you" hands pulling him down on the bed, "want."
Somehow Spike has managed to remove Xander's underwear, and he is lying spread across the bed - waiting. Angel is staring at his Childe, his William, reading the permission in his actions, in his gaze. Blue eyes lock with his, "Sire." the adoration in that gaze laying waste to any doubts he has. What Xander wants is negotiable. What his Will desires.is not.
Xander shivers on the bed as Angel prowls up his length, never quite touching the human's skin. Finally, he moves his body until he is lying by Xander's side, his eyes watching the irregular rise and fall of the human's chest, gaze lingering on the jump of blood pulsing in the vein at his neck.
'Okaaay' Xander thinks, 'Not what I had in mind when I asked him not to hold back.' His confusion over Angel's lack of movement barely has time to register on his face before the larger man moves with lightening speed, and Xander finds his mouth possessed by Angel's.
The swiftness and passion take his breath away, and his lips are ferociously parted, his tongue suckled on almost painfully. His hands move instinctively to wrap around the dark demon, to pull his body closer, but at his first advance, finds both arms pinioned over his head by one strong hand while the other travels down his body.
Distracted by the rough caresses, pinching and kneading his flesh, Xander doesn't struggle for control. He tries to return some of the intensity of Angel's kiss, focusing on the feel of his tongue moving in Angel's mouth, pushing up against his palette, curving along smooth teeth.a little sharpness there makes him catch his breath.
Control is removed again, and his tongue is imprisoned by Angel's, and his body is trying to twist towards Angel for some contact.some friction. Denied again, as he feels another set of hands on his body, Spike pinning his hips to the bed, while that decadent mouth lowers to his stomach. Wet licks, followed by bruising bites, cruel hands permitting no movement for craved contact with his aching cock.
As the blonde's tongue swirls around his navel and dips in, Xander yelps in surprise, the sound sucked in by Angel's continued capture of his mouth. Spike's head trails along the trembling hips, licking along the tender insides of the boy's thighs, as Angel finally releases Xander's mouth, letting the human take in huge gulps of air. Xander opens his lust-dazed eyes, and is shocked to see the two in full demon-visage staring hungrily at him.
"Remember, Xander" Angel says, lips curving over sharp teeth in what must be a smile; "You can stop this whenever you want."
Xander just stares raptly into golden eyes, only barely flinching when he feels Spike's fangs slice into his thigh, and moaning with rapture as Angel's canines sink into his shoulder. It's only a taste, but somehow he grasps the significance.permission has been granted, and things begin to move so quickly.
Spike pressing two oiled fingers against his hole, as Angel pulls one knee towards his chest, giving the blonde more access. Swift scissored movement inside him, and then three fingers increasing the pressure forcing his acceptance. Angel rising to kneel next to Spike, hissing as an oily fist wraps around his shaft.
Then hands rolling Xander over, pulling him roughly onto all fours. Angel's cock, placed at his opening, Spike's hands moving over his hips, cool fingers spreading him wider, and pain as Angel enters him swiftly. Then blessed stillness.allowing him to adjust, unwilling muscles clenching - relaxing - clenching.
Suddenly Spike's grinning face next to his, a hand pulling his head towards the waiting mouth. Cool lips covering his, swallowing his first scream as he feels Angel pull his length almost completely out, and then slams back in. Brilliant flashes of white in his brain which must indicate some sort of short circuit, as the line between pleasure and pain is blurred by the thrusts of Angel's hips.
The blonde demon allows Xander a moment to breathe before fangs protrude again and slice into his lower lip. Spike laps hungrily at the small flow of blood before moving back up to Angel and offering his ruby lips to his Sire. Twisting his body to capture the stolen drops from his Childe's lips, Angel's thrusts change in angle, abruptly pushing his swollen shaft against Xander's prostate. Xander's moans escalate into hoarse cries with this contact, his own hips pushing back against Angel's.
The punishing attention is more intense than Xander could have imagined, and he can feel the precum dripping from his cock. The crawling ache in his balls, the tightening in his sac. He can't see, but he can imagine Angel pulling the taste of his blood from Spike's mouth. Visualize the dark head bent towards the blonde, picture the need and desire poured into that kiss. Hearing Spike's groan of lust smothered by Angel's lips is what sends him over the edge. Bucking back, he orgasms wildly, shooting his seed onto the bed below, a strangled cry tearing at his already raw throat.
The scent of human blood and come heavy in the air, the movement of the boy's muscles clenching around him only serve to intensify the dark demon's thrusts. Spike growls into his Sire's kiss, demanding attention, grunting as a large hand is moved from the boy's hips, to his own aching member. No gentleness in that grasp, the blonde is held firmly, forcing him to place a hand on each lover and fuck himself on that fist.
Xander's breathing is becoming ragged, and he allows his body to slip forward, sweaty head resting on his arms, almost grateful for Spike's bruising grip on his hip.happy for the coolness, for the small distraction. Angel's pace varies, but never slows, and Xander finds the line between pleasure and pain growing clearer in his mind.
'I want this. I want this. I can take this.' his mind chants over and over for him. But his body is betraying him, and he presses his head to the mattress, biting hard into his tongue, silencing the word on his lips, his mouth filling with blood.
Above him, Spike howls as he completes himself in his Sire's hand, the sound echoing the boy's internal wailing. Sensing his Childe's need, Angel tilts his head, inviting Spike with that gesture, and in an instant fangs are fastened on his neck. The feel of his Childe drinking him, of the warm body surrounding him pulls a wild shout from Angel as he comes in cool violent streams deep inside of Xander. With the intensity of his orgasm, he flings his body over the boy, shuddering with a final thrust down, forcing Spike away and down next to Xander.
Slowly, Angel pulls his spent cock out of Xander's body, frowning as he looks down to see a thin sheen of blood smeared over his glistening foreskin. Sudden comprehension as he looks at Spike, seeing the blonde's hand pull back from Xander's mouth, fingers covered in blood.
Roughly he turns the boy over, ignoring the whimper of pain, "Why?" he asks, his voice deadly and low.
Fear in the brown eyes beneath him, "Wanted you" whispered between lips that are too red. Angel's anger burns through Xander and he drops his gaze, only aware that the other man has left the bed, and the room. Shuddering, and suddenly cold, he turns on his side, pulling his body up into a tight curl, moaning softly.
Strong arms wrap around him, and he can hear Spike speaking, "Shhhhh.I know, Pup. Ya wanted too much. This game's got rules, and you gotta play by 'em." The hand rubbing circles along his hip stills his shivering. "Now lie still, I'm gonna put some of me blood in you.help you heal quicker." and a dripping finger is placed at his raw entrance.
No foreplay, just an insistent push and gentle swirling, and already the pain begins to ebb, and the intrusion is gone. Hands pull him gently around, and Spike's lips are red as he pushes his lips down on Xander's, forcing his mouth open. The human greedily suckles on the rich blood pouring from Spike's tongue and too quickly feels the ebb stop, but also senses his own wound healing.
As the blonde moves away from him, he whispers a soft, "Sorry." He sighs as he feels Spike's body depart from his, physical comfort gone as Spike sits next to him.
"Pet, yer human.didja ferget? You can't 'ave what Angel and I 'ave, an' if you can't accept that, then this stops. Do you want that?" He looks expectantly at the boy, waiting for an answer.
Xander meets his gaze, "N-no.I'm so sorry, Spike.I didn't - "
"Ya didn't think, ya git! You. Are.. Ours." Xander is startled by the anger in the vampire's tone. "That means we decide how far this goes. Not you! You don't understand what we are. Ya think you're a part of it - you're not. You're just a visitor. A welcome one, make no mistake about that. But Angel an' me.we've got over a hundred years of hate, love, blood and heartbreak between us. Nothin' forgotten, an' nothin' fades. Even if ya were a demon you couldn't become a part of what we are. Ya wouldn't last a minute under the hand of Angelus. I sometimes wonder how I did. But I did, and through beatings and shaggings that would give you nightmares we've made something that no one else could touch. What we are now, we fought for. It goes against all the lore of our kind. But it's somehow.sacred. And no one touches that.NO ONE."
Xander's bowed head is raised by a firm hand on his chin, "We care about ya, Pup, but do something like that again, and there'll be a price ta pay."
Xander swallows and nods, "Should - Should I go talk to Angel?"
Spike laughs harshly, "No, 'at's not a good idea right now. An' Pet?" he says, pulling Xander off the bed, "I think tonight ya'd better sleep in the spare. Safer for all of us."
Xander nods, and walks blindly to the door, his vision blurred by hot tears.
*****