AUTHORS: Salustra and Pet
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ;  Pet: 
spikespet2001@yahoo.com .
TITLE: Wanted
RATING: NC-17 
PAIRING:  Spike/ Xander 
SUMMARY: Spike and Xander drink and commiserate on Valenntine's Day.
DISTRIBUTION: Various lists and Wierd Romance RP- BtVS/Ats RP 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance .  Anyplace else is fine, 
just let us know where it is going. 
SPOILERS: Through Season 2 BtVS: Bewitched, Bothered, and 
Bewildered.  
DISCLAIMER: We don't own any of these characters; they belong to Joss 
and ME.  We really wish we could borrow Spike and Xander for a little 
while though. 
FEEDBACK: Yes please. 
 
 
"Valentine's Day.  What a bloody fucking crock!"  says 
Spike.  "Willie, another double Jack."  Willie serves up the drink to 
the wheelchair-bound vampire without comment.  
 
Spike's mood was dark.  He'd come home to Angelus and Dru making 
out.  Angelus was plying her with gifts and sleeping with her...just 
because Spike was wheelchair bound.  Damnit anyway.  He had waited 
all these years to 
get Angelus back and now he loses out to Dru just because he can't 
walk.  
 
Xander walks into Willie and taps the bar. "Devastated Teenager who 
wishes to wallow in underage drinking, serve up Willie."
 
Willie raises a brow and opens his mouth to object.
 
Xander places his finger in front of Willie's mouth. "Think 
carefully, Willie my friend. Bad day, bad ,bad...just help a Scoobie 
out."
 
Willie nods and places a beer in front of Xander. 
 
Spike notices the young Scoobie as he walks into the bar.  *Maybe I'm 
just drunk but he is looking nummy.*  He ponders for a while, 
watching him, as he sips his Jack.  He makes up his mind and rolls 
over beside Xander.  "Willie, a shot of Jack for the young man.  
Should drown his sorrows in something decent, not that American 
piss."  
 
Xander takes a deep breath, sighs, and thinks *great, more shit for 
my day, perfect Xander.*  "So, Wheelie Vamp, why aren't chasing your 
Crazy girlfriend's flower trails?"
 
"Fucking useless bint is with Angelus.  Women.  Tear your 
bleedin' 'eart out and stomp on it, they do."  No sense in scaring 
the lad yet by telling him it was Angelus he was upset over.  "What 
about you?  Women troubles too?"
 
Xander looks at Spike in disbelief at his attempt at conversation. 
But believe it or not, this is the most attention one singular person 
has given him lately so he speaks. "Something like that.  Maybe lack 
of Woman trouble is more like it. I did something and it back fired-- 
caused me more grief than good. But for some reason I just didn't 
connect the dots that Xander just equals fuck-up-- funny that."
 
"Yeah, 'eard about the spell.  Drusilla told me about it after 
Angelus dragged her away from you.  Lucky for you she didn't 'ave a 
chance to make you into her new prince."  Spike sighs.  
 
Xander chuckles. "Believe or not, that was the most intriguing part 
of my night."
 
"Wanting to become a vamp then, are you?"  Spike looks at Xander's 
eyes, deeply interested in his answer.  
 
Xander shakes his head. "No, Wheelie, I loved that someone looked at 
me like I was worthy to be something other than Donut Boy." Xander 
takes a sip of the Jack and look back towards the bar. "Even if it 
wasn't real."
 
"Hey.  Familiar with that sensation."  Spike says, his thoughts 
drifting back to his own mortal life.  
 
Xander snorts and looks at Spike. "Are you for real?  You're the 
poster child for bad-ass, Spike. When were you ever a lackey or nerd?"
 
Spike sniffs.  "I was a bloody useless ponce.  A mama's boy, writer 
of bad poetry, completely unable to even attract the attention of a 
woman.  All changed when Drusilla bit me in an alleyway."  
 
Xander sighs and nods his head. "Damn Angelus for interrupting and I 
cannot believe I so even said that. All right, I need to get drunk 
now."
 
Spike nods.  "Got an idea, Harris.  I can buy a bottle and we can go 
to a house I have nearby.  It's not safe for a tasty little human 
like you to get drunk here.  Some nasty unprincipled vamp will eat 
you for dinner."  
 
Xander laughs and thinks to himself  *Tasty?*, but he nods slowly.  
After all how much worse could it get with a wheelchair-bound 
Vampire?  He could run away if Spike tried anything. 
 
Spike smiles.  "Good!  Bloody Brilliant!"  He turns back to the 
bar.  "Willie!  A bottle of Jack with the seal still on-- no watered-
down crap like to tried to pawn off on me last time."  He collects 
the bottle and pays Willie and starts wheeling out.  "C'mon, Harris.  
Follow the cripple."
  
Xander salutes and follows. "Aye, Aye Cripple away we go." 
 
They travel several blocks away to a decent-looking little house.  
Spike pulls a key out of his duster and unlocks the door and wheels 
in.  "C'mon in and shut the door."  The house is actually comfortable-
looking.  The living room is nicely furnished in overstuffed velvet-
covered furniture.  Spike wheels over and sets the bottle on the 
coffee table.  "Harris, can I ask a favor?" 
 
Xander comes in and shuts the door. He thinks real hard before he 
answers, but this close to the door he figures he's safe, so he 
nods. "Sure, shoot."
 
"Can you help lift me on the couch?  I can do it but it takes bloody 
forever.  You look like a good strong lad."  Spike looks at him.  
Good strong lad indeed.  Nice long swimmer's muscles.  
 
Xander nods but keeps himself wary. He slides his jacket off, puts it 
on a chair, walks to Spike, and waggles his finger at him. "No fangs--
I even see you heading that way, I'll kick you in your precious 
Vampire jewels, got it?"
 
"Got it."  Spike nods firmly, smiling internally.  *One step at a 
time, dear boy.  Seduction is just one step at a time.*  
 
Xander nods.  He puts one arm under Spike's legs and the other around 
his waist. "Hold onto my neck."
 
Spike slides his hands around Xander's neck, gently and unobtrusively 
stroking the hairs at the nape of his neck as he settles his 
hands.  "Ready."  
 
Xander lifts Spike, amazed about the light weight of Spike's body, 
sets him on the couch gently then pulls back and sits on the 
chair. "There you go.  You comfy?"
 
"Yeah.  Damn wheelchair is hard as a board. Thanks."  He looks at 
Xander.  "You planning to walk all the way over here every time you 
take a drink?"  
 
Xander looks at the space left on the couch and sighs, but gets up 
and sits a bit stiffly by Spike. "Ok, here I am."
 
Spike nods.  "Better."  He reaches over and retrieves the bottle, 
twisting it open and taking a sip, then handing it to Xander.  Xander 
takes the bottle, takes a sip, then hands it back to Spike. "I have 
to say this isn't what I originally planned for my night."
 
"Yeah, I bet.  What were your original plans?"  Spike says, sipping 
again and passing the bottle back.
 
Xander takes a sip, goes to answer, and pauses-- then speaks, a bit 
unsure. "Wasn't sure past the complete inebriation."
 
"You can still go for the complete inebriation.  It's what I was 
going to go for myself.  Doesn't solve anything but it numbs the 
pain."  
 
"Sounds like a plan, Mr. Bloody," Xander says, takes another sip, and 
hands the bottle back to Spike. 
 
"Or you can talk to me.  Cheaper than a psychiatrist."  Spike tips 
back the bottle but takes only a tiny sip before giving the bottle 
back to Xander.  
 
Xander gives Spike another strange `who are you?' look, takes a gulp 
now, and hands it back. "What do you want to know exactly?"
 
"So who's the girl?  There's always a girl.  Mine was a stuck-up 
society bitch named Cecily.  She said I was beneath her."  Spike 
says.  He sets the bottle down on the couch where Xander can reach 
it.  
 
Xander sighs and looks off in front of him.  He is silent for a 
minute, then breathes the name almost exultantly. "Cordelia Chase."
 
"The Cheerleader?  She seems like a stuck-up bitch.  You could do so 
much better."  Spike says.  
 
"That's funny, Deadboy Junior. She's Sunnydale's most perfect person 
and you think I, Xander Harris could do better."
 
"Oh, she's a looker no doubt.  But she's cruel.  Whereas you are good-
looking and funny and nice.  You could do better."  Spike's 
expression is perfectly serious.  
 
Xander picks up the bottle and looks at Spike intently until he has 
taken three swigs too many and pulls the bottle back to say 
softly, "Is it a Vampire thing that you guys can say things to other 
guys like that and be comfortable?"
 
Spike grins.  "Might be.  Bloody well couldn't have managed it when I 
was living.  But then it was Victorian England.  You couldn't even 
use the word sex in mixed company then.  Did I make you 
uncomfortable?"  
 
Xander shrugs. "Not sure yet."
 
salustra26: "So what happened?  You ask her out and she shoot you 
down?  Or were you together and she threw you over for her cruel 
friends?"  Spike asks.  
 
"This is gonna sound egotistical, but I know she wants me. We fight 
like cats and dogs but it's all there under the surface. There's this 
need we wanna fill, but we don't cause of who we are."  Xander picks 
up the bottle and chugs a large portion down before pulling it back, 
saying, "Can't admit you might like the Donut Boy when you're the 
most popular girl in Sunnydale, even if you do, a lot."
 
"Then she's a bloody fool," says Spike.  "A bloody fool, if she wants 
you and she's throwing it away for a stupid thing like popularity."  
 
Xander pats Spike's leg, unthinking, and leans back, closing his 
eyes. "It's all right, Spike. I can take it. You haven't met my 
family or you would know that. I just need to stop thinking in huge 
scales."
 
"So what would it take to convince you, Harris, that you're worthy?  
What would it take?"  Spike asks.    
 
"To be looked at and see that I'm wanted cause I am just me, Xander 
Harris. Doesn't sound like much but really it's the world to me," 
Xander says, his eyes closed. 
 
Spike pulls himself over and leans forward, his face near Xander's.  
He whispers, "I want you," and gently kisses Xander's lips.  
 
Xander's eyes pop open and they are fully dilated and deep. He brings 
his fingers to his lips, his face screaming disbelief.  He whispers, 
his body tight, "Why did you do that?"
 
"Because I do want you.  And because I couldn't bear one more second 
of you sitting there feeling unwanted and unworthy." Spike says, with 
unexpected earnestness.  He's been seduced himself, by this young 
man's sweet nature, and his uncanny resemblance to the young man that 
Spike used to be in life.  
 
Xander gestures around Spike. "Is this some Vampire thing? Or are you 
like just now coming out of the closet?  `Cause I'm flattered, but 
you're insane."
 
"I've been attracted to other men, and kissed them, and more, if 
that's what you mean.  And I'm not insane.  Did you feel anything 
when I kissed you?"  Spike asks.  
 
Xander sits up and looks uncomfortable instantly.  He murmurs a quiet 
and clipped, "No." 
 
Spike moves back.  He can smell a bit of arousal so he knows that 
Xander is lying, but there's no sense in pushing too hard and losing 
him.  "Sorry.  Didn't mean to offend you."  
 
Xander slowly but surely untenses and shakes his head. "No, no, my 
fault. I'm an open guy.  I am. You just threw me. You're a guy, 
you're a Vampire. You're my enemy and you just kissed me and said you 
wanted me. I'm just thrown."
 
"And I meant it.  All of it.  So what's the worst- that I'm a guy, a 
vampire, or your enemy?"  Spike asks.  
 
Xander stands up and paces, seemingly in deep thought as to what he 
will answer. He stops after he is sure he has made a hole in the 
floor and looks at Spike, complete honesty on his face.  He says 
truthfully, "Enemy.  `Cause you're my enemy."
 
"Well I'm not.  Not yours specifically.  I'm the Slayer's enemy, but 
then she's sworn to kill me and my kind.  I've got nothing against 
you.  Didn't even kill you that night when Angel offered you up, and 
I could have easy."  
 
"Fine, I get that. But you gave me three and I gave you the one that 
bothers me is all. Not `cause you're a guy, not `cause you're a 
Vampire but `cause I feel you're my enemy."
 
Spike leans back and sighs.  "My cursed luck.  I fall for a man who 
can't bear the sight of me because he feels I'm his enemy.  A perfect 
ending to a perfect day."  
 
Xander gapes like a fish. "Fall for a man... you cannot not even be 
saying what I think you are?"
 
"And what if I am?  I'm your enemy, remember?  What difference what I 
feel?"  Spike says.  
 
Xander covers his face, murmuring, "I'm drunk in a bar and this is 
not real, I'm drunk in a bar and this is not real."
 
Spike leans over as far as he can and grabs Xander's leg.  "Oh no you 
don't.  Not gonna deny my existence.  Bad enough you don't want me, 
not gonna let you pretend I'm not here."  
 
Xander looks down at Spike's hand on him and he swallows hard. "Ok, 
you're real. I'm sorry. You can let go now."
 
Spike lets go, but runs his hand a bit up Xander's thigh as he pulls 
back, waiting to see what response that got.  
 
Xander eyes flash and twinkle and his body gives a tiny shiver.  He 
whispers, "You're evil, Spike. I think I should go home now-- sleep 
off my drunken state."
 
"This is a bad neighborhood, Harris.  You go out drunk ,you'll end up 
a vampire snack.  You can take the bedroom and I'll sleep here on the 
couch.  If sleeping is what you really want to do."  
 
"No, that was just cover-- but you can't pay me enough to voice what 
I was thinking about doing."
 
"I can probably guess.  Vampires have very keen senses.  You'd be 
amazed what we can pick up."  Spike looks directly into Xander's 
eyes.  
 
"Well then, good thing you're stuck on that couch and can't take 
advantage of a drunk teenager in desperate need of someone's want and 
attention then," Xander says as he grabs the bottle and walks to a 
window, watching the lights pass by from cars. 
 
A few minutes later, Xander feels a body slide up behind him and arms 
encircle his waist.  "Good thing," Spike whispers, and kisses 
Xander's neck.  
 
Xander drops the bottle and it smashes on the floor around them.  He 
whispers, "What's the chances if I said I've been nice and kind to 
you that you'll let me go, let me leave here?"
 
"If you really want to walk out that door and get yourself 
killed...oh, who am I fooling?  Can't let you do that.  But if you 
honestly tell me you don't want this, I'll leave you alone."  Spike's 
voice is raw.  
 
"Want what exactly? You to kill me? Or you to fuck me?"
 
"To fuck you, of course.  If I wanted you dead, could have done that 
several times over already."  Spike says.  
 
"Well you may like to play with your din-din for all I know." Xander 
grows quiet after this statement, but doesn't move out of Spike's 
arms. 
 
Spike sighs again and kisses Xander's shoulder.  "No.  I wanted you 
tonight from the minute you walked into that bar."  
 
"Wanted me, wanted me, wanted me," Xander keeps repeating as if he 
doesn't now understand the meaning of those words. 
 
"Yes.  Wanted you."  Spike grinds his hips forward a bit so that 
Xander can feel his erection.  "Want you.  Want you." 
 
Xander breathes out. "Oh, god. Please Spike, god please. I don't 
think I can fight you, this."
 
"Tell me you don't want it and I'll stop.  But if you want it...I'm 
not stopping."  Spike says, kissing Xander's neck again.  
 
Xander closes his eyes, silent long enough to take a deep breath, 
then he speaks. "I want it, but I can't just give it to you. You have 
to take it from me.  Take it, Spike.  It's the only way I can give it 
right now."
 
This is all Spike needs to hear.  He turns Xander around to face him 
and kisses him passionately.  He rubs his crotch against Xander's, 
bringing his hard cock in contact with Xander's.  Xander keens and 
grips Spike's hips. Spike starts stepping backwards, slowly, pulling 
Xander towards the bedroom, continuing to kiss Xander all the way.  
Xander begins freeze up. He's scared and he is so not afraid to 
express it. That's why he told Spike to take control. 
 
Spike keeps moving, stroking Xander's neck and back.  He pulls out of 
the kiss.  "Come with me, luv.  Can't stand for too long, still not 
completely recovered."  
 
Xander breathes a sigh of relief.   Spike was smart even if he was 
lying.  "Guilt, good...that's good. Ok, moving on."
 
Spike pulls him into the bedroom and pulls Xander's shirt off, then 
his own shirt.  Then he reaches over to unsnap and unzip Xander's 
jeans.  Xander looks at Spikes smooth white chest and starts to 
hyperventilate.  Spike's eyes flash and he moves forward to kiss 
again.  His hands finish unzipping and ease Xander's jeans down as he 
holds Xander in a fierce kiss.  
 
Xander pulls back to whisper, "What's happening to me? I'm straight, 
Spike. I like girl parts. But, but...God I need to sit. And shit! 
When did I get naked?" He says as he looks at himself. 
 
Spike chuckles.  "I'm pretty good at that, if I do say do.  Sit.  
We'll see if you like 'man parts', too."  Spike unzips and slides his 
own jeans off.  His large cock is erect, standing pale and purplish 
at attention.  Spike steps out of his jeans and crawls onto the bed.  
 
Xander whimpers and moves to jump off the bed. This sight is sure to 
drive him mad with conflicting thoughts. 
 
Spike grabs Xander, moving quick as lightning, and pins him to the 
bed.  "No.  No escaping now.  I've gotten you naked and in the bed.  
I'm not giving up now."  He starts kissing down Xander's neck as his 
hands stroke over Xander's chest, playing around and tweaking his 
nipples.  
 
Xander's cock stands at attention, and he moans, whispering, "And 
what will you do with me?"
 
Spike smiles and starts kissing down Xander's chest and across his 
stomach.  "This for a start."  And he lowers his mouth to engulf the 
head of Xander's cock.  He licks and sucks on it as his hand moves 
down to start stroking Xander's balls.  
 
Xander back arches off the bed and he threads his hand in Spike's 
hair. "Oh, gooooddddd god Spike...oh, fuck."
 
Spike purrs, the vibrations making the skin and flesh of Xander's 
cock sing, and then he moves down, taking all of Xander's cock into 
his mouth in one swift action, swallowing it down.  Xander can't help 
it, he really can't. He's a teenager and a virgin at that-- no other 
attention other than his own hand to ever encounter his cock-- and he 
cums, screaming, down Spike's throat.  "SPPPIIIKKKEE!!!!!" 
 
Spike sucks down and swallows every last bit of cream and then raises 
his head, crawling back up Xander's body to lie on him, 
purring.  "That is the best compliment I have ever bloody gotten.  I 
take it you enjoyed that?"  
 
Xander says, panting and shivering, "I think you just made me kinda 
gay, so yes..good job."
 
Spike moves his mouth down to Xander's chest, kissing in ever-
tightening circles towards a 
nipple.  "Want..me...to...finish...the...job?" 
 
Xander cries out in excitement at just the thought. He is so scared 
but so turned on at the same time. He asks meekly, "Kiss me, kiss me 
again. And talk to me. Your voice, your voice-- it helps me do this, 
want it. I do, I ..I...just please."
 
Spike brings his mouth back to Xander's.  "I like kissing you, my 
pretty young man."  And he kisses him softly, licking along his 
lips.  
 
Xander lets his tongue out to lick over Spike's lips.  His eyes widen 
and he looks deep into Spike's eyes, beginning to pant and get rock 
hard again. 
 
Spike reaches down and strokes Xander's cock just with his fingertips 
as he kisses him again, then pulls back to look in his eyes.  "Oh, 
the resilience of youth.  Have to bloody well love it."  He inhales 
deeply.  "I love the way you smell... it's like a rare spice.  Makes 
me want to eat you all over again."  
 
Xander moans. "God, you're not the same Vampire. I swear you're not. 
And you're so soft and you taste so good. You're so cool against my 
hot skin. Fuck, Spike I just keep thinking about what's to come, and 
I'm scared is all."
 
Spike kisses and licks Xander's neck.  "Yes.  I was, too.  Had to be 
talked through it, eased through it.  But it was worth it.  There's 
some pain, but then the pleasure!  Oh the sodding mind-blowing 
pleasure!  Worth every little ounce of initial pain."  
 
"Who, who eased you? Who was it?"
 
"Angelus.  Back when I was a young thing like you, but a newly-made 
vamp.  He wasn't crazed then like now.  He could be gentle and caring 
then."  Spike says, his mind drifting back.  
 
Xander says in shock and wonder, "Deadboy? Angel, that Angelus? No 
fucking way. Tight-assed, I'm a boring, dark-shadow-crawling, black-
loving, Poe-reading Vampire?"
 
"Yeah.  He was different back then.  Dressed in the height of 
fashion, spent a lot more time enjoying life and a lot less time 
brooding or plotting." Spike says, stroking Xander's chest, playing 
with his nipples.  "And he couldn't keep his bloody hands off me."  
 
"He was gay, oh god he was gay? I am so telling Buffy. He would die 
if she knew."
 
Spike chuckles.  "Perhaps you should at that.  Can't see a downside 
to that at all."  He moves a hand back down to start stroking 
Xander's cock again.  "But back to the matter at hand."  
 
Xander's eyes dilate. "Just do it Spike, I'm gonna be scared no 
matter what. I'm drunk enough, so if you just do it. I'll be fine."
 
Spike kisses down Xander as he moves back enough to retrieve the lube 
from the bedside table.  Then he puts some on his finger and begins 
to work it into Xander's pucker, even as he continues to stroke 
Xander's cock with his other hand.  
 
Xander pants and moans loudly, "Oh, oh, oh....ohhhhhh....talk, talk, 
talk to me..pleassseee."
 
"Just calm down, Harris.  I've got you.  Gonna take it nice and 
slow.  Just getting you ready now.  It's gonna be the best thing you 
ever felt, I promise."  He starts pushing his finger slowly into 
Xander's rear passage.  "Just relax, lovely boy, and this will be so 
much better for you." 
 
Xander breathes slowly and starts to take calming breaths, but 
whispers, "Easy to say for the guy who doesn't have the fingers up 
his ass."
 
Spike chuckles and moves a thumb to slowly stroke Xander's perineum 
as he moves another finger inside.  He carefully stretches Xander's 
passage and then pushes in and brushes against Xander's prostate for 
the first time.  Xander screams and arches off the bed, cumming 
again. He quickly covers his face, embarrassed. 
 
Spike leans forward and begins licking the cum off Xander's 
stomach.  "Uncover your face.  Nothing to be embarrassed about.  I 
was trying to give you pleasure and you just told me in the best 
possible way that I did.  Just keep in mind that the best has yet to 
come.  That's just the tiniest taste."  
 
Xander whimpers pitifully, but opens his legs a bit wider, wanting to 
feel this awaiting pleasure that could possibly be better than what 
he just felt. He uncovers his face as Spike asks. 
 
Spike applies lube to his cock, taking his hand off Xander's cock for 
a moment.  He pulls his finger out and lines up, starting to press 
slowly against Xander.  "This will hurt, but relax.  Just this first 
bit of pain and then it will be sooo much better." 
 
Xander nods frantically, whispering, "Relax, relax, just a vampire, 
just a vampire's cock, just your ass Xander, relax, relax, 
relax.....god, god, god....oooooohhh fuck..."
 
The head of Spike's large cock slides finally past the tight ring of 
muscle and Spike keeps pushing, slowly and steadily.  "That's the 
worst of it, all over, only better from here, my dear sweet handsome 
boy," Spike says, cooing and purring.  
 
Xander whimpers and moans, "Say, say it again. Look at me and say it 
again."
 
Spike leans forward as he seats himself finally, and looks into 
Xander's eyes.  "Only better from here, my dear sweet handsome boy."  
And then he starts pumping, slowly, smoothly stroking the prostate 
each stroke.  
 
Xander cries in ecstasy and pushes back against Spike, wanting more. 
Spike picks up Xander's legs and pulls them around his waist and 
angles, pushing in deeper and firmer.  "Oh yessss, handsome.  Love to 
hear those noises.  Please, more for me."  
 
Xander keeps keening and bucking back, small whimpers, moans and 
cries excape his throat. 
 
"Oh...soooo sweet.  So goooood."  Spike starts pumping faster now, 
and harder, and his hand moves to stroke Xander's cock.  
 
Xander cries out, bucking into Spikes hand. "Fucccckkk.....Spike, 
Spike...."
 
Spike speeds up again, encouraged by Xander's outcry.  He pounds 
harder into Xander, pushing his prostate firmly each time.  
 
"Gonne, gonna...tooo good...feels too good."
 
"Cum for me, my handsome, cum for me now..."  Spike coos. 
 
Xander, his body on fire, ignites at this and cums with a howl he 
didn't even know his human voice could make, shuddering and clamping 
down on Spike's cock. 
 
Spike cums too, howling to match Xander, exultant and triumphant, 
their bodies bucking together in ecstasy.  Then Spike relaxes and 
slumps down, rolling Xander onto his side so they lie face to face.  
Spike strokes his face and purrs.  
 
Xander says softly through a sore throat, "I'm so damn gay now, damn 
you Vampire."
 
Spike chuckles.  "You may not be gay, you know.  You may just like 
me."  He grins widely.  
 
Xander grins. "Oh, yeah, I like you again. Let's go with that. I'm 
not gay, I just like Spike. Yeah, that works."
 
Spike kisses Xander long and hard.  "Good.  You sleepy now?  Three 
times together that quickly?" 
 
Xander nods and yawns* "Yeah, can I stay here with you?"
 
"Of course you can, handsome."  Spike pulls Xander in closer, 
stroking the nape of his neck.  "I was hoping you'd say that." 
 
Xander smiles softly and moves his head on the pillow, getting 
comfy.  He whispers before he drifts off, "Thanks for making me feel 
wanted and special, Spike. I won't forget it."
 
Spike purrs and cuddles him, waiting as he falls asleep.  He thinks, 
*Yes you will.  You'll wake up in the morning and you'll hate me for 
this.  And I don't want to let you go.*  He thinks, just lying and 
staring at Xander, for a few hours, until he finally can make no 
other choice.  He shifts into gameface and sinks his fangs into 
Xander's neck.  
 
Xander wakes with a start and his eyes widen and he grips at Spike's 
hair.  He tries to speak but can't, and just holds on, his fingers 
tightening. He knows he could pull but he doesn't. Spike takes him 
down to his last heartbeat then pulls back, ripping open his wrist 
and putting the bloodied wound to Xander's mouth, rubbing the nape of 
his neck.  "Drink, handsome, please drink for me."  Xander opens his 
mouth on the verge of death, and he starts to drink and lap at 
Spike's wrist until his body stills and his head falls back to the 
pillow, his eyes open and clear still as if he were looking at Spike.
 
 
Spike sighs and licks his wrist closed.  He settles Xander's body in 
the bed and then walks into the living room.  Time to go hunting.  
Handsome would be hungry when he awoke.  
 
A few hours pass and Xander rises from the bed.   He stands on new 
feet and looks with new eyes. He touches himself as if he has been 
built anew. But he is hungry, more hungry then he has ever been 
before. 
 
The door opens and in walks Spike, dragging a bound and struggling 
young woman.  "You're awake early, handsome.  I have you a present-- 
your first meal, all nicely gift-wrapped."  Spike tosses her onto the 
bed.  
 
Xander growls at the young struggling woman and covers his mouth. He 
moves to the bed and his ears are assaulted with the sounds of a 
beating heart. And he is ravenous. He looks to Spike and whimpers. 
 
"She's yours, lad.   Just take her.  She's young and healthy and 
clean.  Perfectly safe for you to eat."  Spike chuckles.  
 
Xander runs to Spike and purrs, happy, then runs back to the bed.  He 
pulls the girl's neck back and changes to gameface which Xander 
doesn't even have enough time to register before he is ravaging the 
girl's neck and drinking her rich and dark blood down in deep 
swallows. Spike purrs and crawls onto the bed to watch Xander in 
action.  "So beautiful, my dear lad.  Such a hungry little childe."  
 
Xander lets the dead body drop to crawl to Spike where he purrs and 
rubs his face against Spike's, slowly changing back to his human 
face. 
 
Spike rubs against Xander and strokes his hair.  "Oh, yes, handsome.  
All better now?" 
 
Xander speaks finally, his voice quiet but content. "You killed me. 
Why did you kill me?"
 
Spike looks into Xander's eyes.  "Because I wanted to keep you, 
handsome.  Forever and ever.  I wanted you for mine."  
 
"Am I yours?"
 
Spike looks at him for a long while before answering.  "Yes.  I 
initiated you.  I made you.  You are mine."  
 
Xander purrs louder. "Do you want me?"
 
"More than anything.  I've lives over 118 years and you're the first 
person I ever wanted to turn."  Spike says.  
 
Xander places small kisses on Spike's throat. "Wanted me forever, 
want to keep me. All yours, no one else's."
 
"Yes. All mine.  No one else's.  Forever and ever, my handsome one."  
 
Xander looks into Spike's eyes. "Angelus?"
 
"We'll go away, my handsome one.  I don't want him touching you, and 
I don't want to share."  
 
Xander crawls into Spike's lap and begins to gyrates his hips against 
Spike's and he breathes, "Sire."
 
Spike reaches over and grabs the lube, quickly applying and working 
some into Xander's ass and then inserting himself deep into 
Xander.  "Ohhhh, say that again, handsome."  
 
Xander snarls excitedly and breathes again, more sultry, "Sire, my 
Sire."
 
Spike starts to pump in and out of Xander.  "Damn, sweet and tight 
hot ass.  All mine."  
 
"Yours, yours, yours master, yours..."
 
Spike loses control at this and starts pumping hard and fast, his 
hands gripping Xander's hips and pulling him down against him. 
 
Xander cries out and begs* "Please Sire, please Spike close, close."
 
"Cum for me, handsome, cum for me."  Spike says.  
 
Xander cums, flickering in and out of gameface, the intensity so 
great. 
 
Spike cums at the same time, driven over the edge.  His first time 
with his childe, wanton and sweet beyond his wildest dreams.  
 
Xander lays his head on his Sire's shoulder and feels nothing but 
contentment. He knows he must get up and get ready to leave with his 
Sire but for right now he is happy. And his old life has been made 
anew. 
 
Spike strokes the head of his childe.  He has all he desires sitting 
on his lap right now. In a short while they will pack up and leave 
this town forever, and never look back.  Sire and Childe.  Both 
wanted.  
 

THE END