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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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Angel carried Xander back to the library with Buffy and Willow tittering about him in anxious worry. They explained why they had brought him out, they had wanted Angel to see if he could sense anything about Xander. Wanted him to see if Spike had been bothering the boy recently. Obviously he had, the bond between a Master Vampire and his pet could be felt by blood-relatives and Angel could already feel that tenuous string forming. Spike had not truly claimed Xander but feeding him blood while feeding off of him was the fourth step in a five step process.

Step one; pick pet. Step two; feed pet blood. Step three; mindfuck pet. Step four; feed and feed off of pet. Step five: Fuck, feed, and feed off of pet.

Five easy steps that Angelus had perfected and passed on to his childer. Of course human pet’s were rarely kept long in the Aurelius line, where as in other vampiric lines human pets were future childer. He had a feeling though that if Spike got his hands on Xander he would keep him anchored to him for eternity, and the thought of a vampiric Xander scared the shit out of Angel.

It excited Angelus.

Carrying the boy into the library he tenderly set him in one of the chairs listening to the girls explanation of what happened. “We were fighting some minions and they must have grabbed Xander! I didn’t want to take him out on patrol but we needed to get him near Angel and since Angel usually shows up when I patrol,” Buffy started but was cut off by her watcher.

“And you didn’t think to ask Xander to stay here and help me and then have Angel come over later to talk to him?” Buffy blushed and looked at her feet before quickly recovering, and gave Willow no chance to speak.

“Well you were off looking for that book and we know Xander hates research and he’d probably get bored and wander off. He’s worse then I am at research anyway!” Buffy would have blundered on but was stopped by Willow’s quiet statement.

“He doesn’t hate research.” She said and was staring at Buffy as if only just seeing her. Which Angel thought was possible since he had started seeing Buffy in a whole new light too. “He’s really good at research. Most of the time if he finds something he hands me the book and points it out, but lets me take credit. He thinks its boring because Xan has ADHD; attention deficit hyperactive disorder. He’s on medication but it’s still hard for him to focus and sit still for a while. That’s why he does so badly in school. He’s as smart, if not smarter then I am and I want you to stop treating him like he’s a joke!” Willow’s voice had steadily rose through her speech and at the end she burst into tears and ran out of the library. Buffy started after her but Angel stopped her.

“I’ll go after her in a minute and walk her home.” Xander moved around and moaned softly beginning to wake up. All conversation stilled as the watched the mortal youth who held their hearts in his hands rouse. Opening his eyes the first thing Xander caught sight of was Angel.

“Deadboy?” His voice barely above a whisper. “Please tell me you staked him.” Angel just shook his head, unable to tell this brave boy how unable he was to stake his own childe. Xander just closed his eyes briefly. “Guess I won’t be making any bad jokes soon then.” Xander smiled slightly, his crooked goofy smile, but something was wrong.

“Why?” Buffy asked, Xander’s jokes helped her get through slaying and patrolling and research sessions. It was called he lightened up an otherwise too serious existence.

“He ordered me to be quiet.” Xander coughed out and began to drift off again, the blood loss and effort to speak proving too much for him. Silently cursing Angel called upon his Sire’s voice.

“Xander, you can speak as loud and as much as you want.” Xander smiled at him before closing his eyes and dropping into a deep sleep.

“How’d you do that?” Buffy enquired wondering about the strange masterful tone her boyfriend had used.

“Sire’s voice, it will override an order from Spike right now and only if Spike’s not around. If Spike completes the claiming though it will basically be useless unless Xander and I shared blood. Giles do you know if you could take Xander to your place? I think Spike might have been able to finagle an invite to Xander’s. Or might be able to gain one in the future.” Angel stated simply and after he had earned Giles’ nod swept out of the library after Willow. He found the girl sobbing just inside the door to one of the deserted classrooms. “Willow?”

The red-headed teenage witch turned to the souled vampire and threw herself into his arms sobbing into his chest. “I’m scared! Xander’s hurt and I can’t make it better!” Angel reached up and petted her hair, shushing her. He was really bad on the comforting humans thing but he would do what he could…

Xander woke up to find himself lying wrapped in a blanket on Giles’ couch, with the watcher asleep in a chair across from him. Sitting up the young man cleared his dry throat. “Giles?” The watcher jumped and blinked several times to clear the sleep from his eyes.

“Oh! Er, yes Xander?” Xander tried to lose the fuzzy cotton that was surrounding his mind and stuffed into his head. Giles looked worried and something wasn’t right here. Why was he at Giles? And why did his neck hurt? Reaching up tentatively the young man touched the twin punctures on the side of his neck and the memory of how that mark came to be flooded him. Paling he held Giles’ eyes despite the Englishman’s attempt to look away.

“Giles, why am I at your house?” Shit it was late wasn’t it? His father was…. probably not going to notice.

“D-do you remember the attack last night?” At Xander’s nod Giles continued, his gray eyes stormy with unreadable emotions. “A-angel and I felt that it would be b-best if you stayed here for a few nights. I meant to phone your parents….” The brunet shook his head slightly.

“They won’t care if I’m gone, probably won’t notice. Um, not to be impolite but why did you and Angel think it would be best?” Worry overcame Xander, fear that they might know. “C-cause I’m fine at my house really! And, um, what I said about my parents not noticing? They’re really over-protective, they’ll call the police and have you arrested for kidnapping and ground me for years. A-and really, my house is fine.” The older man stopped the babble by placing his hand on Xander’s knee.

“Xander, you have to understand we’re not judging you. We care about you Xander.”

“Why?” The voice, muffled because Xander was now curled into a ball and pressing his head into his knees surprised Giles. The boy must have truly had a horrible childhood if he cannot understand why they care. Reforming his determination to get Xander to stay at his house for the time being Giles cleared his throat slightly. He was never very good at talking about his feelings.

“B-because you’re intelligent Xander, and-d quite brave, and v-very det-termined to help your friends. If-f they need it. You’re a wonderful person and there is no way we are letting a vampire get a hold of all that and twist it.” Xander lifted his head up and gae Giles one of the blinding smiles he usually kept reserved for Buffy and Willow. Giles, quite flustered at this point, did not know what to say.

“Thanks G-man, can I catch some Z’s now?” Xander yawned and lay back, not seeing the tiny smile that curled the librarian’s lips.

“Of course Xander, and how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that ridiculous nickname?” Tucking the blanket around the youth the older man headed upstairs for his own bed.

Spike cursed as he made his way back to the factory from his pets’ house. Xanpet wasn’t at home, which meant the final step in the claiming would have to be delayed. But what had he expected? After to blatantly flaunting him in front of Angelus his souled grand-sire was probably keeping close watch on the boy. Still, Spike smirked at the bag he held under his arm filled with all the ugly clothes his boy had. He’d been able to accomplish some good. Planning on burning the ugly remnants of his boys bad fashion sense the vampire began whistling.