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[kat8cha]

Title: Types

Author: Kitti-Chan

Pairing: Xander/Spike, Spike/Dru, implied Xander/Angel

Spoilers: “School Hard”

Summary: Angel offers Xander to Spike, who’s interested but not fooled.

Feedback: PLEASE! ~is on knees~ You have to help me figure if I want Spike/Xander/Dru, or Spike/Xander/Angel, or Spike/Xander/Dru/Angel later on!

Email: Flamespout@hotmail.com

Website: www.livejournal.com/users/kat8cha

Warning: Not right now.

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing! Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would love to own Xan, Spike, not so much Angel but would love a piece of Angelus. (Preferably about nine-inches)
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Xander kicked a rock as he walked home grumbling to himself. His friends had not let him help with patrol or research for what seemed like forever! And they were totally uber-protective of him, making him go home while the sun was still up. It wasn’t like he couldn’t help at all. After all, even without super powers or extra smarts he was still him! He could still do stuff! Still it did not make any sense for them to push him away like this. Unless…. Face paling the young man looked up from his feet but his eyes were distant and unseeing. Unless they knew about Spike, about the blood, unless they hated him for that.

Tears stinging his eyes Xander held them back. No way was he gonna let some inconsiderate friends and a psycho vampire make him cry. Unlocking his house he listened carefully, almost smiling when he did not hear any movement in the house. Meaning his parents were out. His Dad had managed to find some sort of work for himself recently and his Mom was probably already out at a party, meaning neither would be back until early in the morning.

Smiling to himself Xander switched on the television and sat down on the couch.

Spike smiled to himself as he neared his pets house. Inside he could hear a television on and running but no drunken scrambling and only one heartbeat, plus the television channel it was tuned to was some mindless teenage sitcom. The bleached vampire smiled, it had been murder trying to get to his pet lately. His so called friends had taken protective to… well not new levels because none of them was hanging around his pet now were they? Nobody had bothered to even set a watch on the house or move him out of it, probably meaning they did not know Xan had invited him in. Course Angelus should know that the blood claim gave him a hold over the mortal, a hold that meant he had the ability to make his pet do whatever he wanted.

Nearing the door Spike listened closely Xander’s heartbeat was slowed meaning he was obviously asleep. Good, Spike smirked, that would make it so much easier. Stepping into the living room he spotted his pressie laying across the dilapidated scrap of cloth they called a couch in the Harris home. Nearing him Spike took in the way his pet slept, how he had his leg flung over one of the arm of the sofa and one of his hands hung by the support, that his eyelashes made crescent moon shadows under his eyes and that behind the eyelids his eyeballs darted back and forth caught in a vivid dream. Spike especially noted how his boy’s heart rate sped up as he got closer and the neck tilted just a little bit to the side, while a slight hint of arousal flavored the air. Grinning Spike realized that while Xander’s conscious mind might not want to acknowledge him as master, his unconscious mind already knew. Bringing out a length of rope the master vampire prepared a surprise for his pet, good thing the boy was a heavy sleeper.

Xander woke to the feeling of cool hands and an even cooler mouth running over his skin. It was so sweet, so blessedly cool after such a hot dream… Wait… COOL MOUTH! Xander rocketed into wakefulness as his mind began to fully understand the proportions of how screwed he was. Eyes shooting open his brown orbs met Spike’s cool blue ones as the vampire rested on top of him, amusement quirking his lips. “S-s-s-spike! He squeaked as he realized he was naked. Naked and under a vampire. Not good.

“That’s me pet.” Spike watched his Kitten, as Drusilla was now referring to Xander as, try to move and then look up to find his hands tied together and to one of the lamp posts, and look down to find his feet tied to the couch leg. Xander’s warm chocolate brown eyes met his and he squeaked again. “Now kitten that sounds too mousy, lets see if we can make you purr.” With this statement the vamp dipped his head down and took one of Xander’s nipples into his mouth.

Xander groaned as the cold, wet and (oh) sucking mouth began teasing him. Why didn’t he want this? Oh right, vampire. Evil vampire. “Spike, Spike please, please, stop.” Surprisingly the vampire did stop and those crystal blue eyes stared into his, Xander felt himself flushing with embarrassment and something more, but ignored that other part. “Please don’t do this.” Spike moved away from his chest and is now hovering over his face, golden specks spinning in his eyes.

“Beg so nicely Xanpet,” Spike purred eying his pet’s lips hungrily, such pretty pouty lips. Dry too, so it shouldn’t surprise him when the boy nervously licks them making them shine briefly. Growling the vampire darted forward and forced his way inside his boys mouth, his left hand coming up to hold the chin ad squeeze just enough on the jaw so his boy gets the message and lets him do what he wants. Xan likes it too, Spike can feel a certain part of his anatomy begin to wake up due to his dominant kissing.

Xander groaned into Spike’s mouth, aroused by the way the vampire was kissing him and at the heavy grind of the vampire’s hips. As Spike pulled away the brunet frantically tried to remember just what he had been objecting to but gave it up as the other man began nibbling on his neck. Wait! Neck! Vampire!!! “No!” Xander began to struggle then tugging on the ropes binding his wrists and ankles, knowing he’ll be able to knock over the lamp in a minute. Spike’s eyeing him curiously now, questions swimming across his face that Xander ignores.

“No? Xander you are a treasure, able to resist the blood for so long.” Inside Spike’s worried. It was around a month and a half after the Sunset club when he first came to Xander, and the bond had held. Now while Spike had not given him any orders it had only been three weeks since he had fed him blood. The boy should not be able to resist him at all. He could always order the boy to give it up to him but… nah he’d never been much for the rape scene. Better give him some more blood then, ripping open his wrist the vampire held it in front of the boy’s mouth. “Drink.” Unable to refuse the order the boy latched on, and as the liquid flowed down his throat Xander came.

Spike smirked as the boy came too, after swallowing his blood and cumming his pet had passed out. Had to work on the boy’s endurance they did. While his pet was out of it Spike had untied his wrists and ankles and sat him up. “Now Pet, you’re gonna want to pay attention to this.” Spike told the groggy mortal, who again quickly recovered his senses. “Good, now that you’re back in the land of the living,” Smirk, “I thought I’d warn you against telling Angelus about this. If you do I give all your friends a copy of the tape.”

“Tape? What…” The evil, sadistic, bastard of a vampire merely held up a video camera, a video camera that Xander had never noticed sitting on his coffee table.

“Smile for the camera, luv.” Spike’s grin grew at his pet’s angry but helpless expression. “I will of course edit out the sound so they don’t know you were saying no. Maybe add in some cheap porno music.” The vampire easily evaded Xander’s attempt to gain control of the video camera. “No pet behave, or I might just send it anyway.” The angry human’s movements still instantly, Spike landed a quick kiss on Xander’s forehead before sauntering out the door his threat drifting back in before the door shut. “I’ll be seeing you around luv.” With that threat repeating in his ears Xander found himself unable to sleep that night.

Buffy frowned as she caught Xander asleep in the library. He was curled into a ball around himself and had zonked out as soon as he had sat down. “I thought things were getting better.” She whispered to Willow. Willow nodded and her concerned eyes were glued to Xander. Giles was off getting a book about some demon Buffy had spotted last night.

“He was. You don’t think….” They both flashed to the last time Xander had fallen asleep in the library. Maybe…. “I think we should have him stick around until Angel gets here.” Silent agreement made the two friends stood watch over the sleeping boy.

Xander was practically bouncing as he, Willow, and Buffy all patrolled together. It was his first time out in forever and he knew Willow was smiling indulgently but she hadn’t been kicked off the patrol route had she? Didn’t know what it was like then did she? Still it was a little odd that they were letting him patrol with them, after the whole protect Xander gig. Of course, not that Xander wanted to go home! Because Spike could get into his house and…. Was That why they were letting him patrol? Did that KNOW?!?!?! His unhappy thoughts were thrown off by the attack of a large group of fledges. ((A/N- if you read my stories you will notice that, yes this is a common tactic of my vampires. I’m unoriginal, so sue me. On second thought; don’t.))

Two of them leaped at him from his blind spot dragging him off the side, away from the main fight. He opened his mouth to shout, only for one of them to place their hand over it. Soon he found himself pinned on a tree looking up into Spike’s crystal blue eyes. “Noticed you weren’t home Xan, thought I’d come looking.” Xander fought the urge to lean into the vampire, instead opening his mouth to shout for, “Not a word.”

“Buffy.” He managed to wheeze out even though it felt like his throat closed up around the sound. It wouldn’t do him any good, being barely above a whisper and only earning him a narrow-eyed stare from Spike.

“Surprised you can make any sort of sound at all pet.” Spike leaned in, pressing his body closer to his pet’s warm one. Heating up now with adrenaline and arousal. “That’s it pet.” Spike whispered and leaned into the boy more, lightly shimmying his body and earning a low moan from his Xanpet. “Just go with the flow.” Leaning down to suck on the boy’s neck which, he noted, was quickly proffered to him. Sucking on a place he planned on biting later Spike slipped one cold long fingered hand under the boys shirt, enjoying the play of muscles under the skin as he slipped the hand up to circle one nipple. His other hand was worming his way down the back of the boys pants to cup his ass. Nice ass, nice Virgin ass he was sure.

Xander gasped under the assault of both Spike’s mouth and hands. He could tell the Master vampire wanted to do this quickly but it felt oh, so torturous. His fingers were rolling, and pinching the nub of his left nipple before moving across his chest for the other one. Spike’s hand possessively cupped his ass and brought Xander’s hips forward to grind against his own. Spike sucked on his neck before backing away and looking at his pet, bringing one hand out of his pants and removing the other from under his pet’s shirt. At the disappointed moan the vampire smirked, and then struck.

Xander cried out at the sudden feeling of someone biting his neck and twin pinpricks of pain, which seemed somehow colder then the rest of the bite, but any noise his shout might have made was stopped in his throat by his master’s command. Master? Where did that come from? The brown haired mortal did not notice the vampire using a knife to slit his wrist and then hold the bleeding appendage up to the mortal’s mouth. Xander just began drinking as the liquid flowed in.

Spike smirked against the warm skin under him, knowing his pet was drinking and he would have to stop soon, he didn’t want to turn his pet yet, but he just wanted a sip more of this sweet chocolate flavored brew. Suddenly the bleached blond was ripped away from his bleeding pets throat by none other then his grandsire. “Angel.” He growled out still in gameface, Angel growled back also in full gameface and probably not realizing it.

Angel was pissed. He had become pissed the moment he met up with Buffy and Willow battling a bunch of fledges and learning that they had brought Xan out with them and then ‘oops’ lost him. The fact they had brought the boy into the field while knowing there was a Master Vampire who had killed two Slayers out looking for him imply infuriated him beyond his boundless patience. And the fact that his grand-childe had been drinking and feeding Xander? And that Xander smelled like sex and lust and need? Just. Pissed. Him. Off! Throwing Spike into some nearby trees the older vampire whirled so his back was too Xander, protecting him while he glared at Spike.

Spike easily recovered from the throw, thankful no pointy branches had hit certain parts of his anatomy. He noticed however that his Grandsire had not tried to stake him, and he knew his grandsire had a stake somewhere in that duster of his. Probably a couple of ‘em. “Oi! That’s my pet! You gave him to me! Indian giver!” He shifted into an offensive stance but did not attack; Spike wanted to see what the brunet vampire did next.

“I gave him to you and I can take him back childe.” Angel growled out, gameface to the fore and demon howling to be let out to inform his grandchilde of just who he was messing with. Spike smirked at him before fading into the shadows,

“Not unless you claim him first, Peaches. And I’m already well on my way.” Then his grandchilde was gone in a mix of smoke, and billowing duster. To his left he could hear the rapid approaching heartbeats of Buffy and Willow. Turning around though he kneeled next to a slumped and still bleeding Xander. Oh; slumped, bleeding and unconscious Xander. Well wasn’t that just peachy.