Types9

[kat8cha]

Title: Types

Author: Kitti-Chan

Pairing: ~giggle~ It’s a surprise!!!

Spoilers: “School Hard”

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

Feedback: Well…. I’ve been enjoying the FB so far. And one can never get enough ego stroking! ;-D

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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When Angel had heard about how the Scoobies had pissed Xander off and let him wonder off alone he had become angry. When he heard that night had fallen and no one had been able to locate the boy he had been well on the way to furious. Then Spike had gone and stolen whatever weird cross thing that was and Angel had figured ‘here’s my chance’ and followed him. The factory he eventually followed Spike to was a bit of a surprise, Spike had always preferred crypts and Drusilla had preferred abandoned houses. Spike had entered the warehouse and Angel had waited, it was close to midnight now stil early for vampires to be out and he somehow doubted Spike had eaten yet.

Spike left the factory with Drusila and a large group of minions and Angel would have been worried if he wasn’t focusing on that one single slow heartbeat that was coming from inside the factory. Sneaking in the brunet vampire listened for any signs of minions left and quickly staked the three who were ‘standing guard’. Pathetic, you honestly couldn’t get good help these days could you? Then he was standing in front of a door on the first story. It was heavily scented with Spike and Drusilla’s aroma, obviously their room, but he noticed that Drusilla’s scent also lead to a door next to it. She had always preferred a room alone for those nights when the stars would not shut up. Trying the door Angel wasn’t surprised to find it locked and backing up kicked it open.

Laying tangled under red satin sheets was Xander. His tanned body glowed in the light from the candles scattered around the room and his black hair stood out in stark contrast to the cream colored pillowcases. Angel stopped in the doorway having to briefly catch his breath and that was when he sensed it. Sex and semen swirling through the miasma of Dru’s flowers and Spike’s peppermint and a bite mark standing out on Xander’s throat. Xander had been claimed, fully claimed, by Spike. Angel began to think as he moved towards the bed to wake Xander up. Being the older vampire, and Spike’s grandsire, he should be able to over ride Spike’s claim with one of his own… technically. Living off of pigs blood didn’t exactly make for strong vampires. “Xander.” His voice echoed through this small room, and the body stirred before the brunet shot upright in bed.

“Angel! No! It’s a trap!” Angel spun around then and saw Spike, Drusilla and an army of minions outside the door.

“Ah pet, still fighting me.” Spike sounded wistful but the twinkle in his eyes belied that. He was enjoying every second of Xander’s attempts to get around him, it would make the boys eventual surrender even more sweet. Then the blue eyes focused on his grandsire. “Angelus, how kind of you to join us!” Angel looked uneasy, and Spike knew it was probably the large number of minions blocking his exit but it was something that the blonde vampire could enjoy.

“Daddy was gonna be a bad boy.” Drusilla spoke up from his side and turning Spike raised an eyebrow. Even with a recent feeding Dru was still pretty weak but also incredibly in tune with the stars. “Was gonna take the kitten away and make him his kitten. Wasn’t gonna let Spikey, or Miss Edith and I play!” Spike turned around and his grandsire’s stone face was back, the one he had never used to conceal his feelings with before the soul, before the bleedin’ soul it was only used in jest.

“Was tha’ right? Bad Angel.” Spike’s voice was so amused, partially because of the way his pet was looking at Angel. In fear, wonder and surprise. Well, time to put Daddy dearest down for a nap. “Night ‘gelus.” He said and while Angel tried to figure out what he meant by that threw the little stone thing that Drusilla had made sure he buy. As it crashed into the floor at Angel’s feet the spell was activated and his grandsire’s eyes rolled up into his head as he fell to the floor.

Xander jumped at the sound of Angel’s body landing on the hard floor. It was a really weird noise. “You three, drag him into Dru’s room and use her chains to wrap him up.” Spike issued pointing at three burly minions, Drusilla then squealed and ran ahead of them to make her room ‘ready for Daddy’. “Dalton, get back to figuring out that ritual.” The mousy, tweed wearing, glasses on the tip of his nose vampire nodded quickly and rushed off. The other minions quickly took their leave after Spike’s glare at the lot of them, leaving Spike and Xander alone. Together. With Xander undressed and in bed.

Ulp.

Spike purred as he stalked over to his pet, calming the boy down and smiling as the boy relaxed into his touch even though he tried to fight it. “Cor pet, look so bloody beautiful on these sheets, in this bed. Might just keep you here for the rest of your life, just enjoying the view.” Xander shook his head but leaned back against Spike’s chest as the vampire settled him between his legs. “What pet; don’t believe me? You’re mine and I’m not letting you go, gonna treat you nice but if you misbehave I’m gonna have to punish you.” Tilting the head back so he could see those stunning brown eyes; though brown didn’t quite convey their true color Spike smirked down at Xander. “Like now pet. Told you not to tell Angel anything when he showed up didn’t I?” The brunet nodded teeth set and mouth thin. Boy didn’t understand, Spike mused as he slipped away from his pet so they could get set up for his punishment, didn’t understand that Spike would never really hurt him. Catch more flies with honey and all that rot.

Maneuvering Xander so his ass was in the air Spike ginned evilly and pulled out a small paddle. “Now pet, I’m gonna ask you to count.” As he swung down the vampire made sure to curb his strength just enough.

“One.” Xander started counting, eyes squeezed shut against something that should hurt but seemed to be sending pleasurable signals through his body. “Two.”