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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 cursed as he started to jog to Giles’ place. He really had meant to get there before it was too late. Had meant to be there at least thirty minutes before sunset STARTED and now he would be lucky to get there before evening officially fell. “Stupid arcade game with it’s stupid free levels!” Xander muttered. After leaving Buffy, Willow and Giles behind he had just headed off in a random direction, intending to walk until he had gathered his cool but noooo he had just had to find fifty cents just sitting on the ground and then his feet had carried him to the arcade. Since he only had the two quarter’s Xander had picked a game and started playing…. and since he was winning kept on playing…. and playing. Until by the end there had been a crowd gathered around them and in the dark of the arcade he could swear one of them had flashed fangs….

Which had made him glance out the window, see how late it was, curse, duck out the door and start running. Xander knew he should have called Giles and just had the older man pick him up but Xan still had his pride and couldn’t come crawling back after the blow-up he had had with his friends today. Hurrying Xander came to a stop. The fastest way to get to Giles’ place would be the path through the park to his left but it was shaded enough anything could be hiding there. “Damn it! Otherwise Spike’ll grab me anyway!” He muttered and then began running through the park, running full on hoping against hope that Spike wasn’t up, wasn’t in the trees, that nothing was going to… “Ooph!” The breath burst from his body as something grabbed him, pulling him into the trees off the path and slamming him against one.

“Well, well, well…” One of the vampires says, and Xander can see it isn’t just the one. There’s four of them, three boys and a girl and the male vamp holding him is definitely the one he saw at the arcade. “Isn’t this Master Spike’s little pet?” He sneers, keeping a grip on Xander’s shirt.

“Why Morty, I think you’re right.” The female vamp says and Xander has to laugh because he’s being held against the trunk of a tree by a vamp named MORTY and that’s just fucking preposterous.

“What’re you laughing at live-boy?” Morty sneers, and Xander supposes that’s just a tidbit of the karmic retribution he’ll be receiving for calling Angel Deadboy for the past two years.

“You’re a dead guy and your names Morty, that’s what.” Xander manages to still his laughter and then sighs at three of the confused look on the four vamps combined with their game face though it was pretty funny. “Mort means dead in another language.” And yes he had been paying attention to when Willow recited words out loud. Occasionally… Sort of. Then Morty’s there leaning right into his field of vision.

“Well aren’t you the funny one.” He hisses out and looks ready to punch Xander.

“Morty! Can it! Remember Master Spike? ‘Bring in my pet and you’ll get a treat but touch a hair on his head and you’ll be lifted into the sunlight bit by bit’?” The female quickly stalls the other vampire and Morty just glares at Xander for a while before shrugging.

“Should just bring him into the warehouse then.” Xander could not allow them to lead him to Spike’s waiting arms. Striking out he quickly tripped Morty up trying to rush off but then one of the other vampires, the girl, was in his way and Xander brought the stake out from his waistband striking out and plunging it into her chest. A hand grabbed his shoulder, whirling him around and Xander fell to the ground grasping at the hand on his arm and pulling the vampire down with him. Quickly thrusting his stake into that vampires heart by then Morty and the remaining male had shaken off their stupor. “You little fuck!” Morty shouted and launched himself at Xander; Xander was no match for vampiric speed, even a fledges, and as the vamp went for his neck he thought, ‘well at least I won’t have to apologize to Giles.’ Suddenly the dead weight was pulled off him and a fine coating of dust floated down on top of him. His rescuer spun around launching at the other vampire and quickly ripping him limb from limb before the body exploded into dust. Then the whirling dark body comes to a stop and Xander has the insane urge to giggle. What was that Law of Relativity or something? An object at rest stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion with the same speed and direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. Well Spike was pretty unbalanced, as was illustrated both by him wanting Xander and by the fact that he had just dusted two of his own minions. Now that the whirling dervish had come to a halt he was simply standing there looking at Xander with those unreadable blue eyes.

The brunet found himself squirming under Spike’s gaze and his brown eyes flicked nervously around for an escape route. Then Spike was there, invading his personal space. Xander gulped frantically trying to restore saliva to his swiftly too dry mouth. “Never seen you fight like that Xan.” The vampire was smirking now and far, far to close to various major arteries.

“Never really needed to.” Xander gasped out and took a deep breath finding that worsened his case instead of bettering it. The scent of Spike assailed him; smoke, peppermint and the faint tang of blood. It went straight to his cock and Xander flushed trying to turn away however Spike grabbed his chin and forced Xan to meet his eyes.

“Oh you’ve needed to Xan. I’ve seen you with the Slayer, she’s never there when you need her to save you. It’s always someone else, or yourself. You hold back when you fight with her pet,” One of those self-righteous smirks graced his face. “Not holding back now are you pet?”

“Leave me alone.” Xander growled at the vampire holding him. But there was nothing he could do, he had dropped his stake and Spike was holding him up against another tree. And Xander doubted he would be able to walk away with the hard-on he was sporting much less run.

“Nope.” Spike’s looking him over now and Xander has to shiver under that hungry lustful gaze. “You’re wearing the clothes I left you.” Spike is pleased, it had taken forever to get to his pet this time. Far too long. Okay, so two weeks shouldn’t feel like eternity to a vampire of over 100 years but still! He wanted his pet. “Suppose we should get on to the last stage of claiming, how ‘bout it?” His pet had paled and then flushed his cock twitching at the idea of Spike fucking him. Naughty pet, knew all about claiming then?

“No. I don’t want this.” He gasped out, even as he leaned into his master’s body, his master’s touches. “Buffy’s so gonna stake you.”

Spike chuckled, he knew something his pet didn’t. “Slayer’s gonna be a little busy chasing after a bunch of assassins pet. Needed to get her out of the way I did.” The boy’s still trying to fight him even as he gives in. Spike finds that to be just precious. “Come boy, we have a bed to christen.” The boy shivered but followed his master.