The Gift

Chapter Twelve

Spike and Xander crashed into the door, unable to keep their hands off each other. Angelus followed behind, more subdued. Rodchester opened the door, allowing Spike and Xander to fall into the house, landing in the foyer. Angelus stepped over the pair, shoving them out of the way so that he could shut the door.

Spike rolled them so that he was lying on top of his consort. “Wanna fuck?”

A scarred eyebrow went up and Xander grinned at the look on his mate’s face. Xander nodded and the two struggled to their feet.

Angel’s voice broke through their lust. “What about the Slayer?”

Both men stopped in their tracks. They had forgotten about Buffy. “We don’t want to fuck her. You can if you want.” Spike nodded in agreement and the couple began kissing once again.

“That is not what I meant!” Angelus snarled.

Spike looked at Xander, wondering what his consort would decide. Xander looked back, considering. “What will we do with Willow?”

Spike shrugged. “Turn her? She seems to like Rodchester and it wouldn’t hurt to have a witch on our side.”

“I don’t have a problem with your turning her, but I’m not sure I want to be responsible for another fledge.” Xander looked contemplative, gnawing on his lip. Spike leaned in and took the abused lip in his own mouth, piercing it with a fang, drawing in the essence of his lover.

Angelus was quiet while Spike and Xander talked, considering what turning Willow might mean. “I’d take her.” Xander looked at Angelus and shrugged.

“As long as you treat her right…” Xander trailed off when Spike’s fangs broke through his skin. He moaned and dropped his head back. “Spike, you turn her, I don’t want him having a sire’s control over her.” Spike nodded, tugging at Xander’s skin in the process.

“Slayer first.” Spike latched back on to Xander’s neck the moment the words passed his lips. He released the wound after a moment, looking up at his lover. “You need to taste her blood, love. Slayer blood is simply amazing.” Spike grinned at his sire, knowing that the older vampire had never indulged in that particular treat.

They headed for the garage, pausing in the kitchen so that Xander could get Rodchester started on supper. As they entered the garage, the men could sense that the Slayer was awake and trying to control her breathing and heartbeat.

Xander flipped the light on and checked the doors. When he made sure that Buffy couldn’t escape, he looked around for weapons. Their garage had nothing made of wood in it, so he turned the light back off and moved to the trunk.

He held up a hand and could see two pair of glowing golden eyes peering at him through the darkness. He popped the trunk and sprang away, knowing that even with his increased strength, he was no match for the Slayer.

Buffy flew from her confinement, seeking out the enemy. One blow, two, to her head and she fell to the floor under Angelus’ onslaught. “Thought you’d be more of a challenge.” Buffy flinched at the sound of Angelus’ voice.

“Angel?”

“No. Not Angel.” Another blow made contact and Buffy could hear the sounds of heavy breathing echoing throughout the room. Angelus pulled away from his prey, glaring through the darkness. “Do you have to do that now?” Moans answered his question and he sighed, leaning against the car, waiting for Xander and Spike to return to the task at hand.

Buffy climbed to her feet only to be struck back down. Spike released Xander and stalked over to the Slayer, pulling her up and holding her in a Vampire’s embrace. “Pet? Come here.” Xander walked over and stood in front of Buffy, a reverse of their usual hunting position.

Buffy struggled and struck out at the two strong bodies that were pressed up against her. Buffy couldn’t see anything was was too dark. She heard a low chuckle and froze, the sound of Angelus’ throaty laugh terrifying her. Spike jerked her hard against him, forcing the air from her lungs. She tried to fight and the arms tightened even more.

Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she realized what was happening. She was going to die.

Spike pierced the Slayer’s throat, opening a wound for his consort. Xander drank deeply, feeling the power of the Slayer flood through his system. He stepped away, waving Angelus into his position. Spike and Angelus struck as one, fangs burying deeply into the neck of their prey. They dropped the lifeless body to the ground and then kissed deeply.

Xander stepped up behind Spike and ran his fingers along both vampires’ erections. “Let’s take this to our room.” Xander carefully pulled his mate away from his sire and led them to the master bedroom. Rodchester was waved away and the trio stripped as they moved down the hallway.

*****

Willow pressed her ear against the door, listening as the three men passed. Obviously she wasn’t going to be let out any time soon. She turned back to the bed, wondering what was going to happen to her.

*****

Angelus growled when he was shoved down on the bed. “You want to play again, Sire?” Angelus nodded. “Same rules apply.” Angelus thought back to their previous encounter, the encounter that had freed him from his pesky soul.

“No problem.” He reached out for Spike and drew the smaller vampire down on top of him. They began to kiss, fangs coming to the fore, blood spilling across the sheets. Xander leaned back on the headboard, cock in hand, watching as his mate seduced his sire.

When blood began to flow, Xander groaned and leaned in, lapping at Spike and Angelus’ lips, joining in the kiss. Spike growled when his sire’s attention moved to his mate and Angelus quickly backed away. Spike captured Xander’s lips and the lovers embraced, drawing on their mutual need.

Spike pulled back and examined Xander’s torso, leaning in to kiss the marks left behind by the soldier’s bullets. Spike hated to see his lover’s perfect skin marred, no matter how briefly. He probed the wounds gently, looking Xander over to insure that there were no bullets left in his body. Each bullet hole on Xander’s abdomen had a matching exit wound on his back. “Poor, love. You ok?” Xander nodded and Spike returned to kissing him breathless.

Spike glanced down at his sire, breaking the kiss. “Want to see you fuck him one more time, love.” Angelus quickly turned onto his stomach, eager to feel Xander’s heat once more. Xander snarled and Angelus felt a cool liquid run down his buttocks.

Xander tossed the bottle of lube to Spike and thrust without warning into Angelus’ cool cavern. They both groaned at the unfamiliar sensation. Xander looked in Spike’s eyes, drawing on his mate’s strength. “Thank you, Spike. I never knew what this could be like. Love you so much.” He grunted as he thrust harder into Angelus’ ass, never breaking eye contact with his mate.

Angelus rolled his hips and moaned under Xander’s touch, the heat of their joining burning into his flesh. He knew it wouldn’t be long, he could feel his orgasm building up from his toes.

He could smell Spike’s arousal, a scent that was once as familiar as his own. Angelus panted and gasped, unable to maintain any control under Xander’s touch. Angelus moaned and howled as he came, his cool seed shooting across the bed. Spike quickly shoved him out of the way and pounced on his mate, rolling them to the floor.

As soon as their bodies hit the floor, Spike lifted Xander and dropped him onto his lubricated cock. Xander growled when Spike’s cool length split him, pushing harder into the pain.

Spike thrust into his lover’s ass, pinching Xander’s nipples. Xander rode Spike roughly, grunting with the effort. “Spike!” Spike sat up and shifted their position, wrapping Xander’s long legs around his waist. Xander ran a finger gently over Spike’s jugular before raising his ring to the smooth flesh. He sliced the skin and latched his mouth over the wound as Spike bit into his throat.

Xander threw his head back, allowing Spike to feed unimpaired. He could smell Angelus’ release and the scent of blood and come was overwhelming. Xander groaned weakly and Spike released his hold, looking deeply into his mate’s eyes.

Xander wrapped his arms around Spike’s neck and pulled his mate closer so that their foreheads touched. “Love you, love you… mine… my vampire.” Xander’s voice was hoarse, rumbling over his partner’s body like a velvet glove.

Spike’s eyes rolled back as Xander’s words broke through his pleasure. “Oh, Xander, yes, love… Yours. My mate, my love.” Both men moaned out their completion and collapsed to the floor, drifting into the arms of sleep.

Angelus looked down at the pair. He had always thought that his William loved like no other. He had been proved wrong. The pair had a powerful bond. He rolled off of the comforter and used it to cover the entangled lovers. He then crawled up and snuggled down under the sheet, bathing in the scents that surrounded him. He had to find himself a pet…

Rodchester moved away from the door and returned to the kitchen, wrapping up the food he had prepared and placing it back into the refrigerator.

*****

Willow jerked awake as her bedroom door creaked open. She looked at the door, smiling when Xander’s face appeared. Spike walked in behind her friend and Willow sat up, drawing the covers to her chest. “You’re going to turn me, aren’t you?”

Spike nodded and Xander moved to wrap his arms around his childhood friend. “Spike is going to turn you and we’ll keep you with us for about a year. You need your sire for at least that long. After that, if you’re ready, Angelus will take you.” Willow’s eyes widened as she listened to Xander calmly detail her death.

“Will it hurt?”

Spike moved to her other side. “Not if I don’t want it to. I’ll be a good sire. Anything you want, you will have, with only two exceptions. Xander belongs to me and I belong to him. You will not come between us at any time. My consort has asked that I not partake in sire’s rights with you and I will respect his request. Understand?”

Willow nodded and Xander laid her back on her pillow. He began to unlace her peasant top. The top that Tara had bought for her. “Tara!”

Xander pulled back and looked at her questioningly. “Tara? Who is that?”

“Tara is my girlfriend. I don’t want to hurt her. Spike please! Don’t let me hurt her!” Both males could feel the panic thrumming through Willow’s slight form.

Spike pulled Willow’s hands away from his chest. “We’ll leave town as soon as you awaken.” Willow nodded and leaned back into Xander’s embrace. Xander continued unlacing her top, exposing her small breasts.

Spike leaned in and pierced a pink nipple, allowing the blood to spray into his mouth. He grabbed Xander by the neck and drew his mate down to taste Willow’s warm blood. Willow shook in fear, but Xander’s weight was reassuring.

Spike straddled Willow’s waist, Xander kneeling beside him. Spike leaned his head down to Willow’s throat, gently allowing his fangs to pierce her skin. Willow’s emerald eyes locked with Xander’s and Xander watched as the life faded from her. He smiled when she took her last breath and reached for Spike’s wrist.

Xander lifted his lover’s wrist to his mouth, kissing the non-existent pulse point gently. He sliced Spike’s wrist down to the bone and Spike pressed the wound against Willow’s mouth and she began to suckle. Xander leaned in and kissed Spike as his mate’s blood summoned a demon to his friend’s cold body.

After a time, Spike pulled his wrist away and Xander licked it shut. Spike pushed Xander to the floor and Xander reached out to open Spike’s fly, drawing out his erection. He laved the head the way he knew Spike liked before dropping his head down to engulf Spike completely.

Spike moaned and thrust into his lover’s mouth, grunting when Xander pulled him further off the bed, exposing his opening to the younger man. Xander slipped a finger into his mouth beside Spike’s cock and then slid it into Spike’s ass. The combination of Xander’s mouth stimulating his cock and his finger stimulating his prostate caused Spike to explode into his lover’s mouth. He grinned down at his mate as Xander swallowed his seed.

“I love you, Xander.”

“Love you, too, Spike.”

*****

When Willow awoke, the first thing she was aware of was the bed shaking. The second thing she was aware of was her hunger. She could smell something tantalizing very close to e she she was laying, but she couldn’t reach it. She snarled and growled when she realized that she was chained to the bed.

A snarl from her right caught her attention and she quieted immediately. She looked over to see her sire pounding into a brown-headed man. The man had his head thrown back and Spike’s fangs were buried in his flesh.

Willow pulled at her chains, desperate to partake of her sire’s meal. She reached for the man and Spike slapped her hand away, his claws drawing blood. Willow pouted, unsure as to why her sire wasn’t sharing his kill.

Memories began drifting through her consciousness and she found a name for the dark-headed man. Xander. Xander belonged to Spike and Spike belonged to Xander. She remembered!

A panicked squeak caught her attention and she turned her head to the left. A young woman lay next to her, bound and gagged. She knew this one too! “Harmony.”

The girl looked at her with wide eyes. Harmony struggled with her bonds, panic overtaking her system. The bed continued to shake and Xander began to grunt with each thrust of his lover’s hips.

Xander moaned happily and Willow could smell his seed spilling out of his body. The bed shook again and Spike released Xander’s neck to roar out his own orgasm before collapsing onto his consort. He turned and looked at his childe, his eyesaminaming. “Hungry?”

Willow nodded desperately and Spike reached out a hand to loosen her chains. She immediately lunged towards Harmony, rolling the woman off of the bed. Willow dove after her, becoming entangled in her restraints. She howled in frustration and began yanking at the chains, attempting to free herself.

A warm hand engulfed her ankle and she was dragged back onto the bed. “Calm down, Willow, we’ll make sure you get fed.” Willow’s golden eyes looked deep into the once familiar chocolate brown ones.

She could sense no fear from the human, only acceptance and strength. She could feel the power radiating from him. He belonged to Spike. He was her sire’s chosen Consort. He was her sire. Willow purred and pressed into Xander’s touch. Spike growled and she pulled her hands away. Right, Xander belongs to Spike. Willow pouted between her fangs.

Xander reached out and released Willow from her bonds, allowing her to drop to the floor, landing on top of the gift he had chosen for her. Harmony Kendall had teased Willow since kindergarten. Not anymore.

Spike watched as his childe disappeared beneath his field of vision. He pulled Xander to his chest and purred loudly. “It worked, she thinks of you as sire, too.” Xander smiled and both men glanced over when a red head appeared over the bed. Willow grinned through blood tinged fangs, and all Spike and Xander could do was smile back.

*****

Angelus looked down at the paper in his hand. He looked back towards the house, wondering if he should go back for just one more moment with them. No, he had things to do. He had to protect famifamily.

He tossed the limp body over his shoulders and made his way down the familiar path to Revello Drive. He positioned Buffy’s body on the front porch; angling her so that the drawing would be the first thing anyone saw when they opened the door, followed by her pale face.

As he was examining his artistry, he heard a noise behind him. “Angel?” He turned.

“Cordelia.”

*****

The sunrise broke the horizon and Joyce yelled for her youngest daughter to get the paper. The front door opened and a scream broke the quiet tranquility of the morning.