Hold Me Thrill Me Kiss Me Kill Me

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Spike puttered around the house, waiting for Xander to come home. It was odd, waiting there for his human lover. The sun had set but since Xander hadn’t expected him to come back tonight he was probably out with his friends or on patrol.

Spike shook his head. With Drusilla he had been possessive as hell. Then again, Dru loved to test him and flirt with every Tom, Dick and Demon. She’d spread her legs for just about anything and had never stopped pining for her bloody “Daddy”. As if Angelus ever really gave a shit about his Princess as more than a plaything.

Xander, now Xander was different. And he didn’t think it was because his boy was human or sane, either. Well, maybe Xander wasn’t altogether sane; he was snogging Spike despite being a White Hat, after all. Xander was just a different sort of barmy.

When Spike had announced that he would be away on “business” Xander hadn’t pouted, cried, manipulated or accused him of trying to get rid of him. Oh, Spike could tell that the boy knew he was going to kill someone or something, he could see that shadow in his love’s eyes, but all Xander had done was ask that he come home safe and to call. No fits or temper tantrums.

Of course, Spike worried about what would happen when Xander figured it out. Xander’s father had been reported missing but, from what Dalton had figured out by talking to their contacts in the local police department, there were about five or six other adults and seven children missing after the mess on Halloween. Tony Harris had been just one and there weren't any grieving relatives calling the cops, trying to find him. Hell, he didn’t think Xander even realized he was missing.

Once Xander found out, there’d be some sort of hell to pay. His boy wasn’t stupid. He’d connect the dots very quickly and then, well, then Spike would really see where they stood, wouldn’t he?

But he had a feeling that, while Xander might not like what he did, his boy would understand. Xander had a way of understanding things, of looking at things from a different angle than everyone else and figuring them out.

A car stopped in front of the house and Spike went to a window to look out. It was a sporty red little thing with a license plate that said “Queen C”. Spike grinned. It was Cordelia.

He wondered if Xander knew how much Spike actually watched him. When he’d had the falling out with the Slayer and made the deal with the cheerleader, Spike had followed her a night or two and, surprisingly, had liked what he saw.

For one thing, she would make a wonderful vampire. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’d promised Xander not to hurt her he’d turn her in a second, and was still considering approaching her about it in the future. It would depend on Xander, of course, but where his young lover would probably be like him, enjoying the hunt and thrill of the kill, Cordelia had what it took to be a Master of a large city. For hell’s sake, she already had a court -- boys beating each other up over her and minions.

She was a good influence on Xander. Or a bad one, whichever way you looked at it.

He listened as Xander’s steps carried him closer to the front door. He’d called two nights ago, saying that his ‘business’ would soon be finished. Hopefully he could surprise his boy.

The door opened and Xander stopped in the doorway before throwing himself at Spike so hard the vampire staggered to keep them from falling to the floor.

“SPIKE! You’re back! I missed you!” Warm arms and legs wrapped around him and Spike returned the embrace, reveling in the heat and the scent of his love. He carried Xander to the couch and sat down hard.

“Mmmm, missed you too, Xan. Love it that you missed me.” He captured Xander’s lips, licking them slightly before going in to map the recesses of his mouth. For his part, Xander gave as good as he got. He moved so that he was straddling Spike and the vampire could feel his boy’s hardness.

For a moment Spike thought about putting Xander away from him. They’d moved on to some petting and frottage before his trip but not much. Then Xander wriggled and pulled him closer and all logical thought went out of his head as he reveled in the feel of a warm and willing Xander.

Xander’s hands were moving all over his torso and Spike returned the favor, stroking and petting and just feeling his lover’s muscles flex and bunch. Almost without thought his hips thrust upwards to meet Xander’s and soon they had set a rhythm. Xander would pull away and gasp before diving into their kissing again.

It was during one of those breaks that Spike kissed his way down Xander’s jaw line. He found Xander’s earlobe and licked at it before biting, careful not to break the skin.

“You’re so pretty, pet, writhing on top of me and smelling so fucking good. Love you, Xan.” He kissed his way down Xander’s neck then thrust harder, at the same moment suckling at the nape of his lover’s neck.

Xander suddenly stiffened and then threw his head back and howled. The feel of Xander shuddering in his arms and the scent of his come had him following soon after.

They cuddled on the couch for a few moments, and Spike ran his hand up and down his boy’s back. He really hoped he didn’t lose this when Xander figured things out. Oh, he could probably still take him and even turn him but he loved having a willing human Xander. “God, I missed you, Xan.”

“Mmmm, missed you too. I’m…I’m glad you're back. Whatever it was you had to do.”

Xander snuggled into his arms and Spike kissed his temple softly. He only hoped that his lover finding out what had happened wouldn’t change things.

******

Xander wasn’t sure if he should laugh or start hitting people. Possibly both. He didn’t think he had ever been surrounded by so many idiots all at once, and that included the stupid pep rallies that Snyder forced the students to attend.

There was a guy standing in front of him in a cheap Bela Lugosi type outfit. He even had a sash with some cheap piece of costume jewelry attached to it and had his hair slicked back. With the exception of himself and Willow, the others weren’t much better.

Hell, he even fit in a bit. He was wearing black too. Still, he couldn’t help but look at all these stupid kids and wonder what the hell were they thinking.

He leaned over and whispered in Willow’s ear. “Are you noticing a theme here?”

“As in ‘Vampires! Yay!’”?

“That’s the one.”

Fifteen minutes later the urge to do violence was overcoming the urge to laugh. Calling vampires the ‘Lonely Ones’? That was so freaking stupid. He hadn’t even bothered to contradict Angel when he told the blonde that she was a fool.

Besides, what was with the name Chanterelle? Who had a mushroom for a name, anyway? Maybe she had done too many mushrooms and had fried her brain cells.

Still, it had been more than funny to see that vampire wanna-be dressed almost exactly as Angel. His sides hurt from keeping the laughter contained.

Willow’s voice brought him back to earth. “What do we do now?”

“You’ll do nothing. I’ll talk to Buffy and take care of this.” Angel sounded pissed off. In fact Angel had been sounding extra pissy ever since he and Willow had met up with him at her house at sunset.

He understood, in a way. After checking Ford out there was evidence of the guy being a total jerk, at the very least. He wondered what had made Angel ask Willow to check him out in the first place. It seemed, well, kinda rude. Not to mention an invasion of privacy.

Still, Ford was turning into a major creep. The big question in Xander’s mind was, who was the bigger creep, Ford or Angel?

“Xander!”

“Huh?”

“I said, we’d better go talk to Giles. Where were you, Mars?”

Xander gave one of his goofy grins. He only seemed to use them around Willow these days. “I was mocking Angel and his look-a-like in my head, what else? God, those people were…creepy. Don’t you think?”

“Oh yeah. I mean, vampires are all evil and fangy, so who’d want to be one? Come on, we’d better find Giles.”

He followed along quietly, though. He was afraid to open his mouth. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that if he went all the way with Spike his lover probably would want to turn him at some point in the future.

What really scared him, though, was that the thought wasn’t as scary as it should be. But he didn’t really count himself in with the other vampire groupies they had just left. For one thing, he liked to think he knew what Spike really was, as much as any human could understand.

For another, he didn’t have a stupid ass name like Diego or Chanterelle. And he wasn’t on drugs and half of those idiots were. Or needed to be. Still, maybe he should talk to Spike about it.

Later, though. And he had a strange feeling he should keep an eye on Deadboy as well.

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