We enter a village that looks like a movie set from Planet of the Apes and try to move quickly and unseen through the back alleys. Lorne has explained that humans in this dimension are little more than slaves, called "cows" by the demons who run things, and if they'd gotten Cordelia she was probably somewhere doing hard labor. I try not to imagine this too vividly.

We emerge across from what looks like the Pylean equivalent of a suburban split-level, where one of Lorne's childhood friends resides. As he heads over alone, Spike becomes restless again, pushing against me. I think he's trying to knock me down again. "Spike, not now," I hiss, and he growls right back at me.

"Angel, do something with him," Wesley says, sounding a little desperate.

I go down on one knee and put my arms around Spike's neck. I whisper into his ear, "shush, sire, please." He rubs his face against mine, and that long tongue snakes out to brush my cheek and ear. I shiver and tentatively touch the tip of my own tongue to the horns ringing Spike's face. He purrs at that and I do it again.

Suddenly he jerks his head away from me to face the house and a moment later Lorne emerges. Another demon is right behind him, yelling, "traitor."

Lorne goes by yelling himself for us to run, and we do. Spike stays right at my side, though I keep the makeshift leash wrapped around one hand just in case. The streets before us open onto a plaza of some kind, and suddenly we're surrounded. We all throw ourselves into the fray, I even let Spike loose, but something is wrong.

Normally in this sort of situation I tap into my vampire nature, letting my instinct for violence give me the strength I need to defeat me enemies, but something happens this time. I feel dizzy, and the strength goes out of my limbs. I stagger back, narrowly avoiding one of the demon soldier's clubs, only barely catching myself on the fountain. Instantly, Spike is at my side, his fangs bared and a bestial roar emerging from his throat. With one swipe of those massive paws he knocks down three of the demons surrounding us, ripping the throat of one open as he falls.

That gets everyone's attention, and everything seems to freeze for just a second. Then the fight shifts. The strongest demons focus their efforts on Spike, and I hear him make an injured yelp as a club connects with his skull. More blows rain down on his body, making muffled thuds as they fall, and I can smell his blood.

"Stop," I shout, throwing my arms around Spike's neck and pulling him out of the way of a sword. "Stop! We surrender!"

I hear Gunn's voice behind me. "We what?!"

"We have to," I say. "There's too many."

I heard my comrades' swords clatter to the ground as they raise their hands.

~*~*~*~

They bring chains to shackle us, and even though I allow myself to be bound willingly, hoping it will calm my sire, I must watch helplessly as the soldiers beat him into unconsciousness in order to chain him. He only begins to wake when we are tossed into a prison cell awaiting sentencing by whoever is in charge. I stroke Spike's face as well as I can.

He comes awake with a low growl and shakes his head, looking very much like his hung-over human self, and I can't help but smile at this sign that my Spike is in there somewhere. He discovers the chains right away and struggles against them for several minutes until finally giving up in frustration.

We both stand and shuffle over to Gunn and Wesley. "I can't believe you gave up," Gunn complains. "I almost had them."

I shake my head. "I didn't," I admit. "Something happened to me back there. I felt. weak, dizzy. I still do a little."

"It's this place," Wesley says. "We don't belong here. It's going to affect us all. I mean, look at Spike. We have to find a way home if we don't want to get worse."

"Unless they kill us all," Gunn says. "That would take care of all our problems."

Wesley looks very unhappy at this prospect. "I wonder how Lorne is doing," he says.

Just then I hear voices out in the corridor. I shush the others and listen. "It's two guards," I say quietly. "They're talking about a girl who has visions. He says they tested her, and." My heart breaks as I hear what they say, and I swallow before I repeat it. "They say she screamed." I almost miss what they saw next, but then I realize it's about us.

"They're taking us to the castle to be sentenced," I say, then I hear footsteps. "They're coming." We all back away from the door.

Guards surround us and lead us down the hall, and a plan starts to form in my head. "Be ready," I whisper under my breath, hoping I'm not overheard.

We're taken to an antechamber where Lorne joins us. We only have a moment to quickly exchange the little we've learned before the demon constable orders us not to speak.

I glance down at Spike, willing him silently not to make a scene, but somehow he grasps the gravity of the situation and is still. In fact, he looks quite frightened. I long to be able to fall to my knees beside him, to caress and reassure him, but there will be none of that.

The constable begins to list the charges against us, especially Lorne, and the most likely outcome, that is, our lingering deaths. I can hear Spike's almost sub-vocal whine of fear, and his tail (the only limb not confined) wraps tightly around my calf.

The constable announces some big shot is about to pass sentence on us, and the doors to that room open. I realize that if we are to have any chance at all, this is it. Under my breath, hoping that the others can hear me, I begin to count. At three we leap at the guards, a desperate attack that they quickly quell, chained as we are, but we have to try something. I hear Spike yelp in pain again as something heavy connects with his body, and then there is silence.

I keep my head down, expecting it to be lopped off any second, when I hear a feminine clearing of the throat. I look up.

There, sitting on a throne, wearing a crown and very little else, sits Cordelia, her thousand mega-watt smile firmly in place. "Hi guys," she says.

I can actually feel the earth tilting under me, but maybe that's just the affect of the strange weakness that has been coming over me. I stare at Cordy, and am reminded of the insult frequently hurled her way- Princess. But she really is a princess, bejeweled and radiant, though how she came to be here when we're supposed to be rescuing her from a fate worse than death, I have no idea.

She takes her time getting the soldiers to release us, and it's clear they don't want to, but she does appear to be in charge here, amazingly enough.

The moment our chains are gone, Spike barrels into me, knocking me down again and burrowing his head against my throat. I stroke him gently, relieved that we didn't both die, while the other three head for the food. I don't blame them, and wish we had some blood. Maybe Cordy can order us some.

"Nice dog," Cordy says above us. "What'd he do? Follow you home?"

I disentangle myself, and Spike heads over to the guys to get some snacks for himself. I smile again- that's Spike alright. Considering he doesn't actually digest anything but blood, he spends a lot of time eating other things.

Cordelia makes an exclamation of disgust. "Get that thing away from the food," she says.

"Cordelia, wait." I take her arm. "That's not a dog," I explain, "it's Spike."

She squints at him in clear disbelief. "*That's* Spike? You mean, cheekbones-to-die-for, hot-sexy-body, everybody-wants-me-Spike is now a. a. whatever that thing is?" She shakes her head. "Well, it's not like it isn't appropriate."

"It's something about this dimension," I say. "I think we're able to see what the demon inside him really looks like here."

As if aware we're discussing him, Spike returns to my side. He nuzzles as my crotch, and I can smell the musk of his arousal rising. Against my will my body reacts to him, and I can feel my length hardening under his movements. I try to ignore it.

"Are you okay?" I ask Cordelia. "Did they hurt you?"

She shrugs, trying to look casual. "Well, they jabbed me with hot pokers," she says off-handedly, "but then they made me a Princess, so."

This gets the boys' attention. "Did you have a vision?" Lorne asks.

They all start talking, and Spike starts pushing and manoeuvring me backwards into an adjoining chamber. I can see a low bed piled with cushions. Of course. This Spike has even more of a one-track mind than the human version, if that's possible. I wonder if we can get enough privacy so I can just get Spike past this and get back to business when we pass a dressing table and I see something I haven't seen in a long time, something I expect *not* to see, in fact.

Within a looking glass, I see my reflection.

It's pretty much as I remember it, although my hair is a wreck from my trip through the portal, and I try to smooth it down, to no avail. Spike has an expression on his face very much like he's laughing at me, then he takes the glass to look at himself.

I expect him to be frightened, or at least alarmed, but he isn't. Instead he seems delighted to see himself, and continues the laughing expression as he examines his reflection another moment. Then he puts the mirror down and pounces on me, knocking me back onto the bed. I'm still not up to speed, and haven't the strength to push him off.

Wesley, ever the discreet one, nonchalantly undoes the tie on one of the room's curtains, releasing it to obscure Spike and me from the others' view, and I close my eyes for a moment. Spike clearly wants to fuck me again, but the thought of him doing so with my human staff mere feet and one curtain away kills any excitement for me. Still, in this form he can't understand any of this, he only understands the basic demon relationship: I am his childe, and I exist to bring him pleasure. I need to work fast.

"Spike," I say in a reasonable tone as I stroke his face. "Please, just sit back. I'll take care of you."

I'm not sure he understands me, but with an odd expression, he sits back on his heels. I take a deep breath and begin kissing his face and throat. His skin is rough under my mouth, though not unpleasant, and he has a raw, animal scent which is actually very attractive. I close my eyes again and try to imagine him as I know him best, that smooth white skin that feels like marble swathed in silk, and I feel his paws on my shoulders.

I move down his body, over his throat and stomach until I feel his cock rubbing against my cheek. He makes a delighted little growl that for some reason makes me shiver. I tell myself it's an involuntary reaction to our shared blood bond, and brace myself.

His cock is far too large to take in fully, so I whisper, "please hold still," and close my mouth over the tip. My entire mouth is filled, and the rough skin rubs the delicate tissue inside, bringing blood to the surface. I spend a second considering how insane I am to be trying this; if he thrusts inside he could easily break my jaw. If I'm lucky, he'll only break my jaw, but he seems content to sit still and let me work on him.

I suck as best I can. I feel his paws kneading my back and shoulders like an oversized cat, his tail ghosts over my arm. He keeps making that little growl, too, which is encouraging, and I run my tongue over the slit in the top of his cock.

Without warning, he comes in a copious rush, and I jerk my head away, unable to contain it. He is hooting and moaning as he rides the orgasm out, and I roll back, suddenly feeling very dizzy, as I did in the marketplace.

Spike wipes himself clean with one of the silk sheets and tosses it on the floor, and I briefly remind myself to get it out of the way before Cordy finds it and goes thermo-nuclear. Spike stands on all fours above me, and I lift my hand weakly to stroke his face once more. His eyes, though the bestial gold of our vampire faces, seem filled with concern, and he makes a low, crooning moan, and nuzzles and licks my face. Even though I'm reminded of a mother bear with her cub, I am strangely comforted, and my head starts to clear.

Shakily I get to my feet and kick the soiled sheet under the bed. Spike is close to my side, not quite touching, and watching me carefully, as though to catch me if I fall. I have to admit, it doesn't seem like such an unlikely thing, and I rest one hand on his wide back.

Outside, I can hear the discussion wrapping up, and Wesley outlining a course of action. I smooth my hair down again, and join them.

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Part 4:

Beyond in the throne room, the group are discussing the need to find a book on this side of the portal. A copy of the one that was accidentally left behind in our dimension. The book *I* wasn't holding. Wesley assumes that there would be one in this dimension since people have crossed through into our world. The next logical step would be to find it. Cordy believes that she is the key - since she's the princess and all, and would just order them to hand over the book. Cordy informs Wesley that these `trombonal' guys have lots books. I assume they are called something completely different.

Hmmm...does my hair really stick up like this?

I can't help but stare at my face in the mirror. I've never seen my reflection in so long that it's hard to remember what I look like. Yes, I've seen photos, but they are nothing like the true image a mirror gives you. There was also that time when I became human, but now that seems like a fairy tale to me. Even though it was but a year ago, it has become so distant. So much has happened since then. I'm not that human anymore. Nor am I the vampire I was before...

"ANGEL!" Cordelia screams my name across the throne room, while everyone stands around staring at me. They are looking at me as if I'm supposed to be doing something.

"What?" I mumble. I hate it when they gawk at me.

From my side I hear a soft sniggering snuffle from Spike. Even he's finding it funny. His long demon tail wraps itself around my thigh and rubs gently. Not again, Spike! I scream inside my head. I've only just finished sorting his last problem out. He moves closer and starts to lick my hand, and gently nips at my fingers.

"Also we need clothing!" Cordelia exclaims, and I realise I'm missing the conversation again.

My attention keeps drifting over to Spike. He's just so strange and different in this form. Yet, I can tell he's Spike, and that I still love him. Even if he is a green horned, scaly demon. Though, I hope he's back to normal when we do get home. There is no way I'm taking him out for dinner looking like this. People might mistake him as my pet or something else really embarrassing.

"Why?" I ask, looking down at my slightly dusty clothing.

"Not you! Him!" she cries pointing at Spike.

Spike snarls lightly and starts to paw my ass again. He shifts his body around to the back of mine, and I think... I think he's hiding from Cordelia!

"I'd like to see you try," I answer good humouredly. Spike got rid of his clothing as quickly as he could when we arrived. I doubt even the Queen of Sunnydale could even force more on him.

Cordelia huffs and stalks over to Spike who gives a loud screeching noise. Not of fear, but in aggravation. It's like he`s saying - "I don't want clothing on, I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you try" - kinda thing. He scoots around me again, making sure I'm between him and Cordelia. Thanks very much, Spike!

"Be a good little demon for Cordelia," Cordy coos softly, holding out a piece of sheeting.

Spike screeches again, pulling me back with him. I yelp as his sharp nails dig into the soft skin of my hips.

"Look! Just leave him be," Wesley shouts at the three of us. He rolls his eyes at the childish behaviour, looking like an aggravated parent. "Now Angel, stop playing with Spike and go with Lorne. Try and find out if there has been any other portal activity. Also track down his cousin, Landok. We will stay here and find the books. Hopefully, this way we'll find a way home quicker by splitting up. *And* we poor humans won't have to stare at a naked and hormonally driven Spike."

Oh, so they have noticed that huge erect cock, too.

Spike replies with a quick snarl, while avoiding Cordelia's grabbing fingers. Lorne starts moaning about not wanting to see his family. While, I... Well, I'm not so sure about this hair deal. Should it be standing up like this? Maybe I need some highlights.

"Angel, Lorne, GO!" Wesley screams. I look around to see Cordelia pinning Spike to the wall while trying to wrap the sheet around his hips. He tears and tugs at the material as she attempts to tie it. Suddenly, as Wesley shouts she jumps back, Spike triumphantly rips away the offending material. I told her he'd never wear it. Anyhow, I've kinda gotten used to watching his naked bestial body. It's some ways it's very... beautiful. It sings to the demon part of me that still lurks beneath the surface.

The journey to Lorne's family dwelling was quite peaceful and relaxing. Outside of the castle, my head clears and the ache from my dizzy spells lessens. Spike seems much happier outside in the open countryside, too. Watching his antics as soon as we left the castle amused Lorne and me. Really rolling around in the grass is not my kind of thing but Spike enjoyed it. Then of course he had to get a little flustered and start to paw me again. It's hard walking when there is a tail constantly rubbing at your crotch.

Lorne's family owns a large farm, and we arrive to find them involved in some kind of horseplay outside the main dwelling. One of them quickly approaches us and Lorne sighs in resignation. I smell a little fear and apprehension arise from my demon friend and even Spike nuzzles his leg. I guess he really does loathe his family. I can understand that. I know what it is like to come from a tough family background. Damn, I'm so glad I have Spike. He's my family now, and I wouldn't ever give him up for anything. He's mine and I'm his, forever.

A large demon waddles over, and unlike any others of Lorne's race I've seen this one sports a full beard. I assume it's Lorne's father.

"Guess whose back," Lorne proclaims with false happiness.

"Krevlorneswath? - Can it be true? I've often prayed that I might look again upon your face," the bearded one asks.

"Well, you're in luck then," answers Lorne, with his grin fading.

Suddenly, the other demon spits in Lorne's face. Spike snarls loudly, but I gently calm him by pulling him back by the chain and pressing him against me. This is a family matter and not our business. Until it becomes bloody that is. He comes with me a couple of steps back and nuzzles his face into my stomach.

"You have shamed our clan and betrayed your kind!"

"Thanks, mom." Lorne replies, wiping away the spit.

MOM! This is Lorne's mother? Oh my god... I bite my lip in desperation. I can't laugh. I just can't. Lorne and his mother start arguing and she gets this other Demon dancing around in the background. I snort softly and rouse Spike from his nuzzling. He seems to take this as permission to do more and starts unfastening my shirt. I try to push his hands away, but it's damn hard. I'm trying not to laugh and Spike's getting horny.

Oh, I like the way he smells. It's so much stronger now than when he was in human form. I smell his desire and need. I can scent that he wants inside me so badly. I am his childe...

"Now take your cow and get off my lawn!" Lorne's mother starts to shout, but is interrupted by another large demon.

"That is no cow." Landok appears through the wood growth and charges over to me. He claps me on the shoulder and gives me a fierce hug.

Spike snarls loudly and positions himself between Landok and me. I guess that even the Spike-beast remembers who this is, and the fact he didn't like him in our dimension. I noticed how Spike hated to have the green demon even look at me back in LA. He won't say anything, but I saw the jealousy in his eyes. He hates to have anyone pay attention to me like Landok does.

"My friend! It is good to see you again. I would have perished in your strange world were it not for your bravery," Landok proclaims, slapping my back again. Ow...

Spike growls and rubs himself against my leg. If I could, I would be blushing; I hate it when people do this. It's so embarrassing. It's what I do... help people. I don't... Oh god, Spike! Stop it!

I look down and notice that Spike is becoming erect again. His body rubs against my leg while his paws caress my ass. Then that misbehaved tail starts to stroke my chest.

"And what is this?" Landok asks, looking down at my green scaled sire. "My, what a handsome beast." He tries to pet Spike's head but I quickly stand back. Spike of course moves with me because he doesn't want to stop humping my leg.

"Err... It's Spike. This dimension brought out the vampire demon within him," I answer. I rub my hand over Spike's scaled shoulder and hold him close. Okay, when did I get possessive?

"You know Krevlorneswath's cow?" asks Lorne's mother

"He's Angel! The brave and noble Drokken killer," Landok shouts out to the rest of the family.

All of Lorne's relatives come running over to us to have a good gawp at me. At this moment all I want to do is go hide behind the nearest tree. Now, Landok starts telling them about how brave I am, and oh no! Lorne's mother gets a demon called Numfar to do the dance of honour.

Hey, what's this? Get off my coat. Spike starts growling as Lorne's relatives shove him away, and strip me of my coat. They put a cloak of skins upon my shoulders and a bead necklace around my neck. I look at Lorne in desperation - big necklaces are just not my thing. He just shrugs his shoulders and starts to ask about the portals again.

"Come! You will be our guest of honour at the village feast. There you shall tell the tale of your bravery and courage against the vicious Drokken," Landok announces while dragging me away.

I try and pull back, but Landok's hand is firmly wrapped around my arm. Spike whines in frustration as he follows behind me. I look back with exasperation at Lorne who's just standing there shaking his head. I hope Wesley and the others are getting on better than we are. I really want to go home.

Help!

~*~*~*~

Okay... the village feast isn't so bad. There are trays upon trays of food and drink to amuse Spike. Me - I have to keep telling the story of killing the Drokken to everyone, again and again... It's getting pretty boring and all I want to do is just spend time with Spike. I can't get anyone to talk about the portals and nor can Lorne. All the villagers and children want to do is talk about my exploits in hunting and killing. It seems to be the major - and only - topic of the day.

When they want the story again, I make an excuse to get more mead. I just need to escape them. I quickly make my way into what passes as the local pub and hide out in the back room. I shiver at the thought of admiring eyes, and how they listen to my every word. They are making me more than nervous. It's unnerving how they...

There is a soft foot at the door. Oh, please don't be another Pylean begging for more tales. I stiffen as the other approaches, but before I turn around and say something, I feel a soft touch on my ass. I sigh as I realise it's Spike. I turn around and look down into his large amused eyes. I wonder if he understands what is happening, or can he just smell my apprehension and discomfort at being forced into this position.

"Spike, I thought you were hungry," I say quietly.

The Spike-beast licks his long fangs with that amazing tongue. I swear he's leering at me. With one movement, he bounces over and nuzzles my crotch. I guess he is hungry after all - for me. This time, I don't stop his forceful caress. His face rubs into my groin as his paws stroke at my butt-cheeks. That annoying tail flicks against my hair and I try to bat it away.

Spike growls at my actions, and pushes me back against the wall. With delft fingers he's unzipping my slacks and pushing the offensive material aside. I'm hard - I was hard the second Spike started to touch me. I can't help my body's response to its Sire. Blood calls to blood. Lover calls to lover. The love we share makes this Childe/Sire bond so strong; stronger than anything I've ever experienced before.

I lean against the wall, and spread my legs a little. Spike's not happy with this, so shoves my pants all the way down around my ankles. Now, he pushes my legs apart and places himself between them. I moan loudly with his first caress. Seeing those immense fangs so close to my erection is a little unsettling, but I'm desperate for him to touch me. My sire leans forward and licks the end of my penis. I sigh as his cool, wet tongue strokes me, and I experience that amazing length again. The demon tongue wraps around the width of my cock and he starts to tug at my skin.

I moan and growl, making a strange noise as the pain mixes with pleasure. He gives a few more tugs and then unwraps his tongue. I groan as he releases me and then I hear that strange little snuffle again. I swear he's laughing at me.

The Spike-beast reaches up with one long clawed hand and wraps it around my cock. I yelp softly as the claws scrap at my tender skin, but I realise that Spike is being extra careful with me. Not for the first time I wonder what he sees when he looks at his childe. Does he observe some deformed, weak thing that he must protect? He must realise I don't look like him. I don't have his current strength. So why does he cling to me still? In the wild when a cub is weak and frail, the mother sometimes kills it. I am a liability to him. A human childe of a vampire demon. I can't help him fight. I can't do...

OH MY!

Spike realises my mind has wondered, and shoves his tongue all the way inside my anus. I whine softly and slide down the wall. He quickly flips me over onto my hands and knees, and starts to fuck me with his tongue.

"Sppppppiiiiiikkkkkkkkke" I whine. I can't help but sound totally muliebral under my sire's administrations. That clawed hand once again takes hold of my cock and tugs at me hard. His elongated tongue moves in and out of my rectum, making my blood burn with delight. Then he flicks the pointed end against my prostrate with each lunge forward. My body starts to tense as my orgasm beings to burn at the pit of my stomach. I half expect Spike to replace his tongue with his cock, but he makes no such move. He just keeps thrusting harder and deeper inside me.

"Please... oh... Spike... Sire..." I moan. My words just becoming a mixture of those four sounds. Some of them blur into one as my sire starts to me fuck with even more vigour. I think he wants me to cum on his tongue. I'm not complaining, it's the most astounding sensation I've ever experienced. His tongue plays inside me, while his hand pumps my dick with vicious force. I feel my balls tighten, and my anus starts to contact around his fleshly length.

"Spike!" I scream as I feel the pick of fangs as he gives one final thrust. He sinks them deeply into the muscle of my anus and I howl in pleasure. My release follows immediately after as I cover his hand with my cum. Moments later, I collapse onto the floor unable to support myself any longer. I feel Spike's weight on my legs while his tongue laps away my split blood. I shiver as I feel my cock respond again to his gentle caresses. I swear he's going to be the death of me in this form. That was amazing and... Well, there aren't words to describe how good it was. Now that was real demon sex!

*****
TBC